Chapter 28
The second Riley is out of earshot, Liz whirls on Mikey with a speed tornados would be jealous of, her eyes swimming with excitement, watching as he continues to unpack the bags of groceries he brought. “Have you really seen his face?”
“Sure have, and no, I’m not going to tell you what he looks like.” He puts the last of the food into the cabinet behind him.
“I wasn’t going to ask,” she says, shrugging. “I don’t even want to know what he looks like.”
“Sure you don’t, darlin,” he says with a wink.
“Maybe I like his masks, did you ever think of that? Maybe… just maybe, I find it sexy… Endearing! I meant to say endearing,” she shouts, cheeks flushing.
Desperate to change the subject before Mikey gets the chance to come up with a smart ass comment, she asks, “How’s the whole training thing going to work now? ”
Mikey walks over to the chair next to her and plops down. “Same as it has been. We can go to the gym and do our cardio before the rest of the workout, and Riley can keep doing hand to hand training.”
“Okay, but why? What’s the point? We both know I’m going to be useless.
I don’t have the physical ability to stop the baddies like you guys.
I assumed I would be a super cool sniper or something,” Liz says.
She is still trying to figure out how they could possibly need her on their team.
They are all highly trained, abnormally large men, what is she going to do? Scold the terrorists into submission?
“Look, darlin, I’m going to tell you what Riley’s too afraid to.
You’re fuckin hot. Believe it or not, we can use that to our advantage.
You can get close to people we can’t. Men aren’t smart.
We don’t really think about potential spies, or if someone is highly trained when we are looking at a nice pair of tits. ”
“So… you think I’m hot?” Liz teases.
“Ry is right, you are a brat,” Mikey says with a chuckle as he gets up from his chair and walks back around to the fridge and takes out a beer for himself.
“Did you get unpacked?” he asks, popping the bottle cap off.
“Babe… I have four things, I have nothing to unpack,” she says, getting up from her chair and walking to where Mikey sips his beer.
“I’ll talk to Riley about that again,” he says, taking a long drink.
“Don’t bother, it’s not like I have money or a way to go shopping.
I still owe you guys for everything you got me.
I’m good with what I have, promise,” she says, smiling sweetly before wrapping her arms around him one more time.
“I’m really glad you didn’t die,” Liz tells him before she turns and walks to her room, closing the door behind her.
She looks at the bag on the bed and trudges over, dumping it out.
Liz picks up the few things she packed a week ago and puts them in the dresser.
Sighing, she looks at the sad pile of clothes taking up not even half a drawer.
She drags her feet to the bed and falls forward, letting gravity do the work.
Groaning into the plush mattress, she wonders what the hell she signed up for.