“JEREMIAH?” Lily called as she rubbed her shoulders due to the cold, her voice echoing through the garage.
A tool clattered behind one of the bikes. Then the tall figure rose slowly, wiping grease off his hands with a rag.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” Jeremiah said.
“You’re supposed to stop lecturing me every time I try to breathe,” she shot back.
He smirked. “You started it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I came to check the bikes. Ronan said Cassian’s men might be stupid enough to try another hit tonight.”
Jeremiah tossed the rag aside. “Ronan says a lot of things.”
“That means I have to stay alert.”
“You mean paranoid,” Jeremiah said. “You’re shaking.”
“No. I’m cold.”
“It’s eighty degrees in here.”
She glared at him. “Jeremiah.”
He walked toward her and stopped inches away, clos
