Page 13 of Sin

“I’m Lewis,” he greeted, and I accepted the hand he proffered, surprised by the firm grip for such a small person.

“I’m Sin.”

Returning to his seat, he rolled his eyes at me in the rearview mirror. “Duh. I know.”

London sighed and waved a hand at Lewis as the man pulled onto the road leading to the prison exit. “Lewis is the Legion’s tech man.”

“And I do most of the driving for our missions,” Lewis added, jabbing a finger at London as if accusing him of forgetting that detail.

“If you call what you do driving,” London agreed, swatting the finger away.

He jabbed again. “And I’m the cook.”

London sighed again, once more shoving Lewis’s finger aside. “And he’s the only one who somewhat knows how to cook.”

Lewis flashed a grin London’s way. “You love my cooking.”

“It’s adequate.”

Envy reared its nasty head as the two of them bantered back and forth on our way past the prison entrance’s security. The guards on post gave Lewis and London a curt nod as we drove past. For such a high security prison, it was pretty straightforward to get out. Then again, Lewis and London were part of the Legion. They probably had high enough clearance to get in and out in a breeze.

I fiddled in my seat as Lewis and London seemed to forget I was even there.

“What was that restaurant called that we went to last week?” Lewis asked, signaling to pass a slow-moving semi truck.

London raised a brow. “The one that gave Eva food poisoning?”

I perked up at the mention of Eva, one of London’s and my mutual friends. The last I’d heard, she’d moved in with London’s family and now worked as a full-time nanny for London’s youngest sister.

I grinned to myself, thinking of the last time she’d come to visit me. She’d dyed her hair half black, half neon green. I’d told her she looked like that chick from Kim Possible, and she’d preened like I’d given her the greatest compliment. Then she’d taken in my freshly shaved head and asked if that made me the naked mole rat, and I’d immediately taken back every compliment I’d ever given her.

Damn, how long ago had that been?

The thought caused my smile to falter.

“Yeah, that one,” Lewis said, confirming London’s earlier question.

“Penny Ridge.”

Lewis slapped the steering wheel, causing it to jerk. Despite being buckled, my body careened toward the door.

“Yes!” he crowed, righting the wheel. “That one. Their seafood might be shit, but I still have dreams about their chocolate lava cake.”

London looked up from his phone with a grin. “Remind me to take you there for your birthday next month.”

It was the first genuine smile I’d seen from him in years, and it hurt that it wasn’t aimed at me. No, it was because of Lewis and his ridiculous teeth and ridiculous clothes and his ridiculous personality and…

Lewis slammed his hand on the horn as we came up behind a minivan going only fifteen over the speed limit in the passing lane. Apparently, that wasn’t fast enough for Vin Diesel here.

He continued to let the horn blare until the minivan moved over to let our car pass, and despite the deep tint of our windows, I shrank low in my seat as embarrassment licked at my cheeks as we zoomed past the minivan.

“Yeah,” Lewis said with a huff. “Maybe if we get this mission over with in time.”

London’s gaze shifted to me for a brief moment, his posture stiffening and making that uneasy feeling from earlier intensify. “It will.”

Yeah, we apparently really needed to talk.

For the rest of the drive, they continued to chat, while I did my best not to shout every time we zipped around a car or narrowly avoided careening off the side of the road when Lewis became too enthusiastic with his hands and seemed to forget he needed them to steer the wheel.

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