Amon stood several feet behind her, hands on his hips, chest puffed. The lack of a mechanic's jumpsuit disappointed her. Instead, he donned black, rolled-up sleeves and a bullet-proof vest. None of it mattered, however, since he still wore sunglasses indoors.

"Don't worry about me," Jess mocked. "I'm just checking the heating."

"I don't go to your home and... Hmph." Amon averted his gaze.

The girl smiled diabolically. Though surprised to see the cocky redhead, ...