Presley stared at Cruz while he paced the room frantically.
“It’s insane.”
The first words he’d spoken since she’d explained why she asked for tinned fish were not the most comforting of words, but she understood why he was, quite frankly, panicking.
“So crazy it might work?” she asked with hope.
“No. I mean you are ready to rival Ramona for crazy chick of the year. And the award goes to,” he waved at her as if presenting a trophy.
“Nice. There is no need to be rude.”
“You want to prank a mafia don!” he snapped at her. “I said to use your creative mind to come up with a plan to get us out of this s**t Odin dragged us into and instead you want to prank him?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“With tinned fish?”
“Among other things.”
“Such as?”
“My mind is running now,” she bounced in the bed
