“For what?” The question ripped her attention away from the small tear in his T-shirt and her thoughts off the weird and unsettling path they’d traveled down.

“What?”

The creases in his cheeks were back. “Why are you thanking me? I mean, I know that I’m an all-around thankable person, but if there’s a specific reason why you wanted to tell me what a magnificent specimen of perfection I am, then please share.”

Suddenly, Molly regained her ability to think…and to roll her eyes. “You know, you’d be so pretty if you just stayed quiet, but no… You have to open your mouth and ruin the picture.” As soon as the words were out, she felt a little guilty, even though he looked extremely—and aggravatingly—amused. “Sorry. That was probably rude. I was thanking you for arranging things with Desmond. I really appreciate having a security system, and I’ll pay you back with interest as soon as possible.”

“Never apologize, Molls. Your rudeness is one of my favorite parts of you. And you’re welcome. Now let’s get Norah, and I’ll show you how this alarm works.” He stepped past her, his body just barely brushing against hers, and walked toward Norah’s bedroom door. Molly blinked, confused about why he liked it when she gave him a hard time and weak-kneed from the full-body contact.

With an almost silent growl, she shook off all her conflicting emotions and stalked after him toward Norah’s room. She’d figure out her feelings later. Right now, they had a brand-new security system to learn and a bail jumper to catch.

* * *

“Okay, so you think it’s going to be at the Denver address Sonny had in the notes on his phone?” Molly asked once John had shown them how the security system worked and then Norah had given them the rundown on what she’d found. There’d been a disappointing lack of information that she’d been able to retrieve. It seemed that Sonny had used the phone for calls to another burner phone—the mystery caller who’d talked to John earlier—and not much else, except for the random address on a note-taking app.

“Like I said, it’s a possibility.” Norah tapped her laptop keys a little harder than necessary in obvious frustration. “It’s a vacant building in a commercial area that’s been on the market for over a year. Seems like a handy place to have a meeting of supervillains. At eleven at night, there won’t be many people around to see whatever goes down.”

Molly yanked on a strand of hair hard enough to sting. “Why do things always have to be hard? Why couldn’t Sonny have put the location on the calendar app?”

“He could’ve at least put up a meeting agenda,” John said. Despite his joking words, his fingers were careful as he extricated her hair from her grip and gently tucked the strand behind her ear. Once again, Molly didn’t know whether to poke him or thank him for being sweet.

Flapping her hands in an effort to clear her thoughts, she asked, “Wait. What was the address that you found in Tick’s room? Do they match?”