Page 82 of Hard Rain
Whip pointed the fork at him.
“You’re not helping.”
Axel’s grin only widened, and he took a bite of the butter-slathered biscuit.
“I think I am,” Axel said around a mouthful.
Whip stabbed a piece of sausage with his fork.
“You keep saying you know this will work.”
“I do.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because it’s us.”
“Oh?”
Axel nodded toward him.
“You’re making a list in your head and telling me about it.”
Whip frowned.
“Am not.”
“You’ve got that look.”
“What look?” he asked, his voice rising.
“The one where you’re trying to solve a problem.”
“I solve problems for a living,” he sniffed dismissively.
“You’re trying to solve this one.”
Whip hated that Axel wasn’t wrong.
He broke off a piece of biscuit and shook his head.
“We’ve spent a year getting this partnership where it is. Boone trusts us. The rest of the team trusts us. If we screw this up—”
“We won’t.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I mean it.”
“You can’t promise that.”
Axel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he buttered another piece of biscuit, taking entirely too much time about it.
Finally, he looked up.
“Can you?”
Whip opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
