Killian
“I know you live here, but you can clean this thing or throw stuff away.”
A look of slight disgust passes over Jade’s face when she tries to put her backpack into my trunk and finds it stuffed with receipts, other paperwork, and fast food containers. She rounds my car and tries the backseat.
Won’t be much better, sweetheart. She snorts in frustration when she realizes that it’s even worse here.
“Didn’t pick you to be messy.”
“Who says I’m messy?”
“ME… and every other sane person with two working eyes and a functioning nose.”
I shrug, pushing a box of electronics, surveillance equipment, and my one bag of clean, almost new clothes to the side. Pointing to the now freed-up space.
“I have a system.”
Jade snorts. “Yeah, Khai tells you the same thing when you ask him how he
