"Hard pass - wouldn't work with you if you paid me double," I fired back.

When Miles strolled out, I was already posted up by my car, waiting. He'd saved my bacon in there - least I could do was say thanks properly.

"Hanging around to thank me?" Miles smirked, looking full of himself.

I cracked a smile. "Without you stepping in, I might've ended up in the ER."

"Nah," he said with a lazy grin. "That kick you threw? Nasty. Even if his guts ...