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“She stared into his eyes and announced, 鈥淎 good-bye kiss.鈥�
It was at that Raid stopped dead. 鈥淲hat?鈥�
鈥淩aiden, the gig is up,鈥� she declared, and Raid closed his eyes.
Jesus, how could the woman be so infuriating and so fucking cute all at once?
He opened his eyes and asked, 鈥淭he gig is up?鈥�
She leaned into him and hissed, 鈥淵es.鈥�
Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.
He also wanted to shake her.
鈥淏aby, it鈥檚 jig,鈥� he corrected, and her head jerked, which made that mess of hair on her head jerk, which reminded him he wanted his hands in that hair.
Then elsewhere.
He needed to speed this shit up.
鈥淪orry?鈥� she asked, sounding confused, and he looked from her hair to her eyes and saw she was, in fact, confused.
Yeah. Infuriating. And fucking cute.
鈥淭he jig is up, not the gig,鈥� he told her.
Her eyes narrowed. 鈥淪eriously? You鈥檙e correcting my street lingo?鈥�
鈥淭hink that street lingo was the street lingo about eight decades ago, Hanna. So now it鈥檚 just lingo.”
― Kristen Ashley, Raid

“The gig ends and my friends appear out of the glue.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“No one is better suited for solving crimes."
Meg cocked her head to one side, her fiery-red ponytail swaying in the light breeze. "If you consider the scheming I did for Hades crime work, then maybe. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This is one small gig." A gig that would barely pay the rent, but she couldn't be choosy. There wasn't a large market for women who'd recently been freed from the Underworld, and she needed to make money.”
― Elizabeth Lim, A Twisted Tale Anthology