Chapter Three
“You bungling i***t!” Ellerby roared when they were out of earshot from the estate house they’d just robbed. Chased into the woods by dogs and a shotgun carrying caretaker, they were out of breath, limbs sore, the two pissed as hell.
“Me!” Rebecca roared back.
He had his hand on her slim arm, his lips not inches from her face as his eyes bit like a mad bull’s. “You don’t make noise when you’re stealing silver from the rich. It awakens the master of the house and arouses angry dogs.”
“You tripped me, Ellerby. I swear you want me caught!”
“You get caught, I get caught!”
“Fine, just fine. I think this romp of ours has come to an end,” she fumed.
“And none too soon for me.”
“Fine.”
She pulled her heavy pack over her shoulder and strode off into the woods.
“You get hor
