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SHARLENE
His jaw was tightening while I looked at him through my sunglasses. We stood across from each other in the elevator. Not saying a word.
He thought he could fool me. He was wrong.
The elevator doors opened and he let me exit first, so I did. He turned on the lights, illuminating the car parking lot. The variation of cars in here was slightly appalling. We always used mustangs. Well, when I used to work here anyway.
I followed him until we reached the back of the parking lot, where the car lab was. He punched in the alarm code and opened the door, letting me enter first. I turned on the lights and blinked a couple of times as the bright lights came on. There were two cars parked into the middle of the room. Two black and red tool carts on other side of them.
Danny: “I’m working on the Skyline now.”
I followed him till he stood before the hood of the Skyline.
Danny: “The bullet proof doors are installed already. I just have to drill the holes into the front bumper, for the small bombs to shoot
through.”
I bent over, pretending to inspect what he was telling me. He stood close to me, his cologne tickling my nose. The same one he used the day I met him two years ago.
Shary: “What kind of bombs are they?”
Danny: “I’m not sure which one I’m choosing yet. You can help me with that though.”
I removed my sunglasses and looked at him. His eyes were brown, intense, rough. His complexion had darkened since the last time I had seen him. He looked so much like his brother, it almost killed me.
Shary: “What made you join the agency, Danny?”
His eyes searched mine, and glanced at my lips.
Danny: “You make it sound like you know me.”
Shary: “Don’t I? You’re lucky I didn’t rat you out to the others.”
Danny: “Meaning?”
I punched him in the arm. He winced and rubbed it.
Danny: “What the hell was that for?!”
Shary: “You cant fool me. You look a little different. Darker complexion. Different hair cut. Buffer. But you look exactly like your brother.”
He didn’t say a word, only stared at me, his gaze running over my face.
Danny: “I was afraid of that.”
Shary: “Why are you here?”
He shook his head and turned away. I pulled on his ear and he winced again.
Danny: “Stop that!”
Shary: “I asked you a question.”
He rubbed his ear and sighed.
Danny: “I joined so I could find out what happened to Vince.”
Shary: “Is that it?”
Danny: “If I refuse to answer that, will you hurt me again?”
Shary: “My knee is in perfect range with your balls. We could find out.”
He stepped away from me a little and he swallowed hard.
Danny: “I’m on a personal mission too.”
Shary: “Which is?”
He hesitated and I slightly moved my knee up and he moved away again. I held back a laugh.
Danny: “I came to….”
Shary: “Uh huh….”
He stepped closer to me. His hand rising up to my cheek. His thumb rubbed under my eye.
Just like Vince used to do.
Danny: “I came to look after you. It was his request if anything ever happened to him. Its my job to take care of you now. Whether you like it or not.”
I pushed his hand away and raised my chin up.
Shary: “How’d you know I was still alive?”
Danny: “I didn’t. But when I saw you upstairs, I had to keep a straight face. I couldn’t yell at you for pretending to be dead.”
I scoffed and looked away.
Shary: “You’re crazy if you think you can yell at me in the first place.”
He grinned and ran a finger across my jaw line.
Danny: “I can make you yell.”
Shary: “You’re a sick pervert. I’m your sister-in-law!”
His smile faded and he nodded.
Danny: “Doesn’t mean I cant be attracted to you. Or vise versa.”
Shary: “I’m so not attracted to you, Danny.”
Danny: “Your skin was cold before. Now its hot. Explain that secret agent Spice.”
I glared at him and headed towards the door.
Shary: “You need to keep your hands to yourself while we’re working on this case. Got it?”
He grinned, and it made me want to kick him.
Danny: “Yes ma’am.”
creative
tired
content
excited
calm
blank
distressed
exhausted
bitchy
bored
cold
gloomy
mischievous