On went the wig, then the contacts and black-rimmed glasses. She shrugged into the oversized sweatshirt hoodie, zipped it up.
She turned. “I’m Barbi.”
“Got it.”
Her voice had jumped an octave. She didn’t stand as straight, didn’t throw her shoulders back either. She’d dropped her chin, looked up through her lashes. Gone was the fiery brunette with the husky voice and the confident gaze. Evangeline was right. Halston was a true chameleon.
She stepped close. “Where’s your car?”
“Sin picked me up.”
A flash of playfulness flitted over her face. “Looks like I’m your driver again.”
“Lucky you,” he said.
As he stared into her eyes, the need to kiss her took hold.
“Do it,” she whispered.
He dipped down, pressed his lips to hers. Their chemistry was explosive, but she ended the kiss before he pushed her into the bathroom, locked, the door, and unleashed his inner crazy.
She squeezed past, returned to the kitchen to say her goodbyes.
Gabriel joined them. “I’ll grab my clothes.”
“You can’t take them,” Sydney pushed back. “They’re covered in blood. I’ll burn ‘em.”
Teddy’s eyebrows crowded his forehead. “Where are you gonna do that, babe? We live in a neighborhood.”
“CJ will do it,” she replied.
Gabriel kissed each of Sydney’s cheeks. “Grazie.”
“Of course,” Sydney replied.
Gabriel said goodbye to Teddy. “You got damn lucky with Sydney.”
Teddy pulled him in for a hug. “Don’t I know it.”
When Gabriel turned toward Greystone, he extended his hand and Greystone shook it, then pulled him in for a hug.
“Why do we always butt heads?” Greystone asked.
Gabriel smiled. “In a word… Dad. But I think we like it. It’s what we do, what we’ve always done.”
“Idon’tlike it,” Greystone replied.
“Then stop doing it,” Gabriel said.
“I will if you will.”
“He can’t,” Teddy chimed in. “He likes being the black sheep. He’s been the Agitator our whole lives.”
“He’s right,” Gabriel said. “I’m having too much fun pissing you guys off.”
Greystone laughed. “I guess you gotta be you.”
“I’ll close the garage door,” Sydney said.