![]() ![]() This Saturday had, so far, been a bit of a letdown. If I could easily distract a guy when he had a decent girl hanging off his arm, he probably deserved to get his wallet picked and the girl was better off. Too bad the next place they walked into where she gave him the doe-eyes to buy her yet-another-pair-of-shoes, he’d be out of a wallet, and she’d be on to the next boy toy. It was even better if one of them had a girlfriend on his arm, because the girl would smack the tar out of him, causing an even better distraction with his head turned the other way. All they saw when I accidentally bumped into them was batting eyelashes and as much cleavage as I could muster the absurdity to expose without dry heaving. That way, the people wouldn’t have to get new ID, which is a huge hassle.Īnd they never suspected a thing. I always left the wallets and the rest of the leftovers tucked away in the food court and on benches where management would see it and find the owner. That’s the kind of crazy stuff that gets you sent to prison. I didn’t mess with credit cards, or bother with selling ID cards. ![]() Not enough to bother reporting to the cops. Always fairly crowded on a weekend I could count on at least a couple of twenties for every wallet I temporarily borrowed. My favorite place to find dumb guys with lots of cash was the mall. I ducked into a shoe store where the lighting was dimmer and the window wasn’t as obstructed. I picked my way through a Claire’s but the lights were too bright reflecting off the sparkling plastic and crystals of the teeny bopper jewelry and handbags. I nestled myself in one of the side branches of Citadel Mall. Didn’t anyone ever tell them cash was dead? Stone.įor that group that found me when I was lostįor one thing, guys carry the most cash with them anywhere. It’s the best way to stay up to date with the latest from C. ![]() Keep in touch with the author to find out about special releases and upcoming events, including spoilers, author chats and swag.Ĭlick here to sign up for the newsletter. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. “I was hunting a thief, and I found a beautiful wreck.” “Why did it have to be you?” He breathed out as he whispered against my face. When he finally released my mouth so I could breathe, his lips trailed over my face, across my eyes and my brows. Lips pressed against mine, tugging at my skin, at heart strings, at my core. His kiss sank into me over and over again. I didn’t have room for anything else other than him and his kiss that told me everything would be all right. In every possible place I could think to hide, he found me. Like opening the gates, his mouth claimed me again. Was I just like him? Could I be like that? Could I find a place just for me among these guys and waltz in and be with them? I opened my mouth, inviting him in, just a little. I wanted to believe, for the moment, that maybe I could just let go, like he said, and trust that I could be accepted for who I was. I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted to feel those promises. His hands slid back to cup around my jaw to keep me from pulling away. He kissed me hard enough that my head pressed back into the wall. My breath caught in my throat.īefore I could think to even push him off, his mouth claimed me. He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something else but stopped, and his eyes drifted down to my mouth and held. ![]() I’d been this way for so long, I didn’t know how to give in. “I don’t know what you want me to do,” I said, but my voice was nearly gone, thick with the fear that he was way too close and seemed to think he knew what I wanted. The Academy - Thief (The Academy - Scarab Beetle Series, #1) ![]()
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