Heavy isn’t dumb; he knows something is going on, but I don’t think he’s figured out what my real goal is for this job.

I send a text to Tessa as I pull up to the front of the club.

Me: My cookie wasn’t half as sweet as your lips.

Tessa: Thank you for getting me one, but I’ll have to take your word for it.

Me: Trust me, little fox.

Tessa: Stop making me blush!

Me: Never. Get back to work, and think about ...