"If you and I are the day, I'll need to go shopping," she said. "It won't be cheap. Do we have to grift for the money?"
Their minds ran like two trains on parallel tracks. Kaldar had never come across anyone like her. He didn't have to explain himself, or justify anything, or convince her that his scheme would work. She just snapped his ideas out of thin air and ran with them. Even when he worked a con with his family, he still had to sell them on it, taking them through the plan bit by bit, but then most of his family excelled at killing or magic, often both. He excelled at burglary, grift, and making money by any means necessary. It wasn't that they didn't love him or trust him, but none of them understood him. Audrey did. He wanted to sit her down and ask questions until he knew everything there was to know about her, down to the most minute detail. But the moment he did that, she would run like a deer. That was what he would do in her place.
And she was so damn pretty. He rifled through adjectives: "sexy," "hot," "desirable," none of them was right enough. Delectable. Delicious. No, she was a woman, not a pastry. He ran out of words and gave up. He wanted her. He needed her like a man in a room full of smoke needed a breath of fresh air. He wanted to peel off her clothes and kiss those lovely breasts and . . .
"Earth to Kaldar?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do we have to grift for the money? And don't call me 'love.'"
"Why spend our own if we don't have to?" He was dying to see her work. This was his chance. He looked at her and tested the waters. "Is that a problem, love?"
Audrey turned to him, a sly little spark hiding in her eyes. "The only man who gets to call me 'love' would be waking up next to me after a very, very fun night."
Fun night. Oh yes.
"Guess what?" She leaned closer. "You will never be that man."
Kaldar laughed. "If I wanted to, you would be waking up next to me, lying with my arm around you every morning. You would wiggle closer to me in bed just so I could pet your butt."
"My goodness, you think you're God's gift to women, don't you? You poor, deluded man."
He hit her with his best smile. Her eyes widened. She took a deep breath. "Oh no, not that seductive face. I'm overcome with the need to take off these awful clothes. What is happening? I do not understand. Oooh. Ahhh." She touched her wrist to her forehead. "Somebody help me. I'm being drenched with my own fluids."
Evil woman.
"See now, you shouldn't have done that," Kaldar said.
She gave him an innocent look.
"You've made yourself into a challenge. Now I'll have to seduce you out of principle."
"You can try. Not that you'll get anywhere. If you were in love, that would be one thing, but we both know this is pride talking." Audrey patted his forearm. "It's all right. I won't tell anybody about your shameful failure. I'll keep it completely confidential." She pretended to lock her lips and throw away the key.
"I'll remind you of this when you're collapsing on my sheets, all happy and out of breath." He leaned closer. "I'm picturing it in my head. Mmm, you look lovely."
"Whatever fantasies help you get through the day," Audrey said.
"So kind of you."
"I'm all about being charitable when it doesn't cost me anything."
Charity? For me?
Before this was all over, either they would be lovers or they'd kill each other. Right now, he had no idea which it would be.
005
AUDREY stared out the window. The car suffered from a desperate lack of space, especially when it came to the front. Specifically, the front seats. Specifically, Kaldar in the front seat, who was sitting entirely too close.
And Kaldar was getting hotter by the minute. When they'd first met, he was handsome, then hot, and now he had moved into the irresistible category. When he'd leaned toward her and said her name in that bedroom voice, every nerve in her body came to attention. She actually got the shivers. If he'd leaned in and kissed her, she would've kissed him right back, then she would've slapped him again, just so he wouldn't get any ideas. She liked looking at him. She liked the sound of his voice. She liked when he paid attention to her. They were in the Broken, which meant that Kaldar's increasing hotness couldn't be magic, and that left only one explanation: she was falling for him.
Audrey glanced at him. He turned to her right when she looked and gave her his evil grin. Wow. She was in so much trouble. Audrey rolled her eyes and looked back through her window.
If they were strapped for cash, they could just sit Kaldar on a street corner with an empty coffee can and a phone book to read. They'd make decent money until the cops chased them off because crowds of women were obstructing traffic. It wasn't just his looks. Looks alone she could resist. It was the wicked glint in his eyes. He was a smart, sly bastard, quick on his feet and equipped with a silver tongue. He could run circles around the best professionals she knew.
Audrey hid a sigh. Before her grandmother died, she had given Audrey only one piece of advice: never fall in love with a conman. Conmen couldn't stop grifting. It was like a drug, an addiction, like her lock picking. And born con artists like Kaldar grifted for the hell of it. Everything was a game to them, and pretty soon the game became not just "can I take this poor sucker's money" but "can I fool my wife into thinking I'm where I'm supposed to be." Eventually the game would turn into "can I keep my ball and chain from knowing about all of my women on the side," and you would end up with your heart crushed into dust. She'd seen her father do it, she'd seen Alex do it when he was still sober, and she'd seen other conmen do it. They lied, oh how they lied.
Kaldar was too talented, too clever, and too full of pride not to play the game. She didn't even know the real him. He showed her what he thought she wanted to see. And he would expect her to be okay with all of it because she knew the score from the start. All the girls in the business knew it. Marry a mobster, take collect calls from prison. Marry a gambler, hide your paycheck. Marry a conman, nurse a broken heart. You made your bed, and you had to lie in it.
No, thank you. No matter how fast her pulse sped up when he played with her hair, she didn't want that kind of heartache. Nor did she want to be somebody's "ball and chain" or "old lady." If a man thought she cramped his style that much, he could go and find himself someone else. She needed someone straightforward and dependable - but then those guys were boring. Audrey smiled to herself. There was always time to settle down to boring and dependable. Flirting with Kaldar was fun. She might even dip her toes into those waters, but she wouldn't be taking a swim anytime soon. Unless, of course, she wrapped him around her finger first.