Chapter Twenty
The ride back to the Lucky Sevens was the most uncomfortable Connor could recall in years. Selen spent the entire trip hunched over, focused on scraping her thumbnails with her index fingernails.
Connor felt like he was slowly cooking on the seat beside her.
What was he supposed to do? The terms of the job were better than his wildest dream. They were getting off Mara. All of their expenses were being paid. Whatever salary they claimed for the team was covered, with a fifty percent bonus.
Yet accepting the deal was somehow wrong.
He could still recall the dancers who'd drawn Mosiah's attention—the curves of their bodies undulating to the rhythm of the music and the sweet, almost candy-like perfumes that spoke of their age.
Their absence left the air car's pampering lux
