“That's also refreshing."
“I'm not sure I'm that. I'm just not good with people."
“Then it's good I'm going with you," she said.
Q had to come out with it. He wanted Madison to stay. He could do this with his own team. If she was there, he couldn't. He'd have to play dumb. Pretend he was an unwitting accomplice instead of an integral part of this action. “About that. In all honesty, I wish you weren't going."
“Why not?"
“Because. Uh, because we've crossed a line. And now I have this overriding desire to protect you."
He didn't want to have to protect anyone. Last time he did that, things didn't go so well.
“I can shoot a gun. I can hold my own in a fight."
He glanced over at her. “Madison. You're a hundred pounds soaking wet. Maybe. I'm not sure how good you're going to be in a fig
