Avara POV
It dawns on him like a slap to the face as he reaches into his back pocket to slide out the device. That I had planted when I pulled myself closer to him the second time. He was so focused on what my hand was doing in the front; it left him oblivious to the hand that snaked behind him.
"Honestly, detective," I begin, deepening the enunciation of the word with a long and low drawl. "I expected better. I didn't think you were so easily distracted."
"You're distracting," he blurts, then makes a curt correction. "I underestimated you."
I smile back at him sweetly. "And you won't be the last to do so."
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When I return home with some souvenirs from Simon.
