One of his hands cupped the back of her skull, and the other wrapped around her back, pulling her even more tightly against him. Not only was he not pulling away from her almost-violent embrace, but he was fully participating. Soon, though, it grew too intense, and she had to pull away, knowing that if she didn’t, she’d never be able to leave him.

They were both breathing hard as they stared at each other.

“Do. Not. Die.” She gave him a little shake with each word.

“I won’t. I promise.”

“No getting hurt, either.” Reluctantly, she released her grip on his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles her fists had made, using them as an excuse to touch his ridiculously hard chest.

“Not even a paper cut.” His dimple popped out for a moment, but then he quickly sobered. “Stay safe. I don’t want to lose you right after you finally stopped snarling at me.”

“I never snarled—” She broke off when she saw that mischievous dimple reappear. “Brat. Okay. I’m leaving. Stay safe. If you die, I’ll revive you in a satanic ceremony just so I can kill you again.”

“Molly Pax. Always has a plan, even a post-death one.”

“Good thing for you.” She forced herself to get in the car. “Otherwise you’d still be bumbling around planless, waiting for me to find your skips for you.”

His mock-offended gasp made her roll her eyes and press back a smile. As she drove away, she couldn’t keep herself from glancing in the rearview mirror, just to get one final look at John Carmondy.

Chapter 21

Molly’s phone vibrated against her hip, and she quickly glanced at it, pretty sure who it was going to be from and what it was going to say.

I hate this plan.

Holding back a huff of amused exasperation, she quickly texted John back I know before sliding her phone back in her pocket. That was about the tenth time he’d texted her that, and that was after telling her that in person multiple times before they’d headed to their respective spots. She was fairly sure the only reason he agreed to the plan was that he was about ninety percent sure that the Denver address—the location that he was staking out—was where the action was going to be, so he’d figured that she’d probably be safe by herself at the Langston warehouse.

To her, it had been the only thing that made sense. After all, there were two possible locations for Sonny’s meeting, and there were two of them. Neither of them was going to try to interrupt the meeting, so they just needed to wait for Sonny to finish whatever nefarious business he was doing before following him and snagging him as soon as he was alone. It was something both of them had done by themselves hundreds of time to hundreds of skips. Sonny wouldn’t be any different. Molly had built him up in her head to be something of a white whale, but he was simply another bail jumper…one who liked to blow things up.