Flirt with the old ladies and you’ll be fine,” I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. “Is that how you get by?” “Doesn’t work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?” I paused and glanced at my nails. “Yeah, doesn’t work on them either.

May as well have ox blood running through those veins,” I added, “You’re as stubborn as one.

Going to keep standing there brooding over Gotham?” his sarcastic voice sliced through the air. Kincaid’s smile tilted in amusement as he faced Renn.

Now, now.” I placed a hand on his back. “Jealousy colors you black, Geoff. If you wanted to be a pretty princess too, I would have bought you a crown. I’ll be back soon.