Finn shakes his head, letting out a small laugh. “Fucking Wolfe is back in town? How long ago did he hire you?”
I think. “A few months ago.”
Oliver says, “Smart. He’s been using her, so we didn’t know he was back. Fuck.”
“You, uh, know him then?” Smooth. Real smooth.
Atticus smiles, but it’s more predatory than friendly. “Yeah, angel, we know him. And how lucky for us that you stumbled into our house tonight.”
Lucky. Nothing about this feelslucky. I glance at the door. Wonder if I can make a run for it?
“Don’t even think about it.”
Blinking innocently at Atticus, I say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.”
He rubs his chin, and I can’t help but to notice the tiny dimple in the center that’s covered by a five o’clock shadow. Wonder what it would be like to lick that dimple. Or maybe even suck it.
“See something you like, angel?”
My cheeks flame. “Nope.”
The smirk he gives me lets me know he might know exactly what I was thinking.
“Wolfe hired you to steal what, exactly?”
“I told you. A necklace.”
“And I’m telling you, I don’t believe you.”
Damn. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I find the photo Wolfe sent me.
“Believe me now?”
He glances at the screen before showing his brothers.
“I fucking knew it,” Finn mutters. “That bastard.”
Oliver says, “We will not let him get it.”
“No, we’re not.” Atticus turns his gaze on me. “What else have you stolen for him?”
“A ring and a pair of earrings.”
“All from the same set, right?”
“How did you know?”
He smiles. “How old are you, angel?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
His eyebrow lifts.
“I’m twenty-two.”
“Such a baby,” he murmurs.