She tipped up the edges of her mouth, all she felt capable of. “Hi.”
His smile widened, though it still kind of sucked as a smile. “Yo.”
She blinked, wondering why she was surprised to hear him speak. Of course goons had voices, even if they didn’t use them a lot around the boss. She searched for something else to say. Didn’t find anything. She wished Alex would hurry. She felt uneasy, with no discernible reason why. Well, except for the goon part. She studied him almost absently. Wondered where his partner was, while glad he wasn’t here staring at her, too. The artist in her took note that he looked older than…what? Guess she’d always thought, in a vague sort of way, that goons were on the young side. That they had a prime, like guys in sports. He wasn’t bad looking. Blonde. Cold gray e
