One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
“You’re welcome. May I ask what you’re going to do with them?”
Dalton was still smiling as he set aside his cup of coffee. “You may, but I’m not inclined to answer just yet.”
Her spine stiffened. “I thought I’ve proved I can be trusted.”
You did no such thing. You just proved that he could use to you break into houses, you came back from knocking out your crush high on life and believing you were now entitled to information from a man who was JUST getting to know you.