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“It’s the leather jacket, right?”

“Yes, absolutely” She patted his arm “Ditch it and you’ll become invisible”

He was pretty sure she was patronising hiain

“So why are you following me, Mr Landlord?”

She batted i lashes and he wondered if they were fake

“Curiosity I know you don’t wantProbably soht I’d see what you did with your day”

“You really must have time on your hands What exactly do you do now that you aren’t policing the city anymore?”

Actually, Jack had been wondering that recently too

“Right now I’m pretty much focused on you, sweetheart Why don’t you own up? You knohat they say: confession is good for the soul Get it all out in the open and we can stop this What do you say?”

“Okay, I confess”

His heart stopped beating His mouth went dry

“that having you followonabout”

“I’ to quit until I know for certain what you’re up to” He thought about it “Or until I get you out of ht “Or until you’re in prison” He shrugged “Whichever comes first”

She patted his chest above his heart The touch of her fingers, even through the cotton of his t-shirt, made him lose his place for a beat

“That’s good to know Has anyone ever told you that you’re couided”