Page 9 of Wired Justice

“Alika’s not an asshole. He is a good person. Really good.”

“And I’m not?”

“You know you’re not, Jake.” Sophie didn’t flinch when she met his eyes. “You’re selfish. Sometimes you cheat. You’re a dirty fighter. You like this line of work for the thrills and danger, not because you enjoy helping people.”

“I like helping just fine. Helping people is fun, and I like having fun. And as far as good—I could be good to you, Sophie. So good.”

The Jeep wandered across the center line as their eyes locked.

Jake overcorrected. They wove a bit, and Ginger yelped from the back seat.

“I think that’s the turnoff to the park.” Sophie pointed. Jake turned the vehicle down the side road, and made no further comment.

Sophie exhaled a long slow breath.

“So good,” he said again, and Sophie shut her eyes because she could feel the shape of the words on her skin.

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