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If anyone were to ask Max, he would say that Leo has been in over his head from the very moment an angry woman neither of them had ever seen before asked them what the hell they were doing with her bag.
Leo would probably disagree, but then again, his brother has always lacked perspective, particularly when it comes to his own emotions.
Which is exactly how they find themselves in this situation. Running for their lives.
Again.
At least he’s fully charged this time.
Of all the unlikely, terrible ideas she’s ever had, this one easily makes it to the top 5. And the list is bloody long for someone her age.
It may even top the idea that got her in this mess in the first place. Which is saying a lot.
Of course, either this works and saves her life and no one will ever have to know about this crazy idea of hers, or it doesn’t and she’ll die and won’t care about what everybody else thinks.
Not that she usually does, mind you.
Staring at herself in the mirror, trying not to wince at her transformation, Mattie takes a deep breath and focuses hard on making her voice as even as possible as she rehashes her role until she feels she has it down to perfection.
“Can I help you?”
Wait, that’s not right. Too short.
“How may I help you?”
Better, but not perfect.
“Would you like me to drive?”
Too loud.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t understand the question.”
Did she just frown? She did, didn’t she?
Bollocks. Sophie is so much better at this than she is.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and she jumps, catching a glimpse of her ‘deer in the headlights’ expression in the mirror, her unnaturally bright green eyes wide with fear.
She’s so screwed.