And that was all he needed to hear. Instead of pushing for details, I could feel him studying me with the kind of look thattook in more than just my face. He seemed to see the weight I carried.
“You ever get tired of driving for scraps?” he asked, breaking the silence that hung between us.
We had come to a stop at a red light, allowing me to glance back at him fully.
“Is that supposed to be a pickup line?” I quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
He smirked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Nah. I just know people… people who pay damn good money for someone dependable. No games. No drama. You look like you’d fit their qualifications.”
I shook my head lightly, unwilling to entertain the thought. “Thanks, but I'm good.”
He chuckled. “I haven’t even told you what the job would consist of yet. But you don’t have to give me an answer tonight.”
Marcos reached into his pocket and retrieved a sleek black business card with silver lettering that caught the light as he presented it. It had no name, just a number.
“Think about it. Call if you want to make more in a week than you make in three months. It’s legit enough… for the right person.”
What does he mean byenough?”
I took it, sliding it into the console without committing to anything. “Have a good night, Marcos.”
“Already did,” he replied, stepping out with a duffel slung over his shoulder. “Don’t lose that card, pretty girl. Opportunities like this don’t stay on the table forever.”
I told myself I wouldn’t call, but my eyes kept flicking to it all the way to pick up Kyrin.