She stared into his eyes and announced, “A good-bye kiss.”<br />It was at that Raid stopped dead. “What?”<br />“Raiden, the gig is up,” she declared, and Raid closed his eyes.<br />Jesus, how could the woman be so infuriating and so fucking cute all at once?<br />He opened his eyes and asked, “The gig is up?”<br />She leaned into him and hissed, “Yes.”<br />Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.<br />He also wanted to shake her.<br />“Baby, it’s <i>jig</i>,” 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.<br />Then elsewhere.<br />He needed to speed this shit up.<br />“Sorry?” she asked, sounding confused, and he looked from her hair to her eyes and saw she was, in fact, confused.<br />Yeah. Infuriating. And fucking cute.<br />“The jig is up, not the gig,” he told her.<br />Her eyes narrowed. “Seriously? You’re correcting my street lingo?”<br />“Think that street lingo was the street lingo about eight decades ago, Hanna. So now it’s just lingo.