“You talk too much Amalfi,” he was toe-to-toe with her, glaring down at her furiously. A tick at his jaw throbbed and his nostrils flared.
“Maybe I do but a little tip for you Cap,” she tapped his chest with her finger, “when I stop talking, it’s time for you to get scared.”
“Why is that?”
“Because that’s when I’m plotting and plotting never works out well for my enemies.” She headed to the door holding a single finger up in a salute. “Last one to the gym is a chump.” She spun on her heel walking backwards not looking down as she smirked at him, “guess who the chump is going to be.” The sound of a car revving in the yard made her squeal, “Swifty’s back with my baby!”
“Your baby?”
She stopped in the doorway and grinned at him, “didn’t you listen to Massimo? My daddy taught me how to dr
