1007 words | [PG-13]
Yet another mission shot to hell, but Carolina’s having a hard time staying mad at York. What with his flowers and awkward flirting.
She was going to kill him. And she knew a lot of ways to do it. Long and painful ones. He’d totally deserve it, too.
Carolina paced the alley, grumbling to herself. They had a timetable to keep. She’d calculated it down to the minute. She didn’t have time for a delay. For York to be late. They were supposed to be professionals. She checked the time on her HUD. If he wasn’t here in the next sixty seconds she was going on without him. It wouldn’t be as easy, but she could manage. And then they’d leave his ass here.
“Maybe it would teach him a lesson.”
“Teach who a lesson?”
She spun, ready to clobber him for making her wait, but then she noticed the flowers in his hand. That was new. “Where have you been?”
“Got tied up. You know how it is.”