Memories that Burn
Crash (Previous summer)
Amber bites her lip, but her eyes don't soften. "It's not that simple."
I snort. "You say you're the best. Prove it."
She glares, fixed on me like a snake on its prey. My skin goes cold.
"There is one thing I can probably do to convince them. But . . ."
"But what? Is it money? I'll take a cut. I don't care."
She leans in close—so close I'm avoiding looking below her nose because she's got the top buttons of her blouse undone and she's offering a tunnel-vision view between her breasts.
"I'd be putting myself on the line, Crash. My reputation. It's a big ask. You'd need to do me a favor."
"Anything. If Tommy goes, I go too."
Amber leans in closer like she'll whisper in my ear.