"Done." She held his stare until he turned. The metal of the steel felt warm in her hand -- reminder of his body heat. She pocketed it. No smoking for her, tonight. She really should quit.
There were any number of things she could use his help on, but considering the delicate balance set between them, there was more to it than simple need. Put him on the wrong task, and he'd have an easy time screwing her.
It would be so easy to put her foot in his face.
"Got goods comin' in. Need ye t'play backup. We'll be movin' 'em somewhere not everyone wants 'em t'go. Get in. Place 'em. Get out. No contact."
She really wanted a smoke. Alcohol. Something. She needed him to take the offer; it meant she'd be able to keep her eye on him. . .because right now, she didn't trust him out of her sight.
There were any number of things she could use his help on, but considering the delicate balance set between them, there was more to it than simple need. Put him on the wrong task, and he'd have an easy time screwing her.
It would be so easy to put her foot in his face.
"Got goods comin' in. Need ye t'play backup. We'll be movin' 'em somewhere not everyone wants 'em t'go. Get in. Place 'em. Get out. No contact."
She really wanted a smoke. Alcohol. Something. She needed him to take the offer; it meant she'd be able to keep her eye on him. . .because right now, she didn't trust him out of her sight.
