Amon stood several feet behind her, hands on his hips, chest puffed. The lack of a mechanic's jumpsuit disappointed her. Instead, he donned black, rolled-up sleeves and a bullet-proof vest. None of it mattered, however, since he still wore sunglasses indoors.
"Don't worry about me," Jess mocked. "I'm just checking the heating."
"I don't go to your home and... Hmph." Amon averted his gaze.
The girl smiled diabolically. Though surprised to see the cocky redhead, she wasn't too surprised. Someone employed him; Sub Terra would have been a sound guess. But another question took a bite of her thoughts. "It was you who sent me the warning from Ghost Wire, wasn't it? You knew the Azareans would come sniffing around my apartment."
Within a pregnant silence, Amon removed his glasses and revealed eyes of pristine blue. Though the gesture made him look cool, Jessica refused to admit it.