Pros & Cons by Sydney Logan Page A

to remind him why we’re doing it, but he just stomps upstairs. I head to my room and quickly pack my stuff. Ethan continues cussing, and the longer he rants, the more confused I become. I’m disappointed, too, but this is our life. We rarely get to stay in one place very long. This is what we do.
    Back downstairs, I hear him growling arrangements into his phone, presumably to Gabe. Then he snaps at Minnie when he calls her to say we’re leaving. By the time he’s finished, I’m waiting outside on the porch—confused, irritated, and very pissed off.
    What is his deal?
    I’m just about to ask him when he stops, drops his bag, and turns to me.
    “Say we’ll come back.”
    I frown. “Sorry?”
    “I mean it. Say we’ll come back someday. You and me. We’ll come back and finish what we started. Say it, or I’m calling Coop and calling the whole thing off.”
    Finish what we started? Now it’s my turn to be pissed.
    “ That’s what’s wrong with you? You’re mad because we didn’t have sex?”
    He blinks. “Wha—”
    “You’re unbelievable! You’re biting everybody’s head off because I’m not keeping my promise? Poor Ethan isn’t getting laid tonight?”
    “Is that what you think? I could sleep with you anywhere, Jenna. I didn’t have to bring you to my house!”
    What an egotistical asshole.
    He shakes his head. “Okay, that didn’t come out right at all . . .”
    “Oh, I think it came out perfectly. I can’t believe sex is all you care about!”
    “And I can’t believe you think that’s all I care about!”
    We stop shouting when a black SUV appears in the driveway. Furious, I grab my bag and stomp down the porch steps. Gabriel steps out of the vehicle and smiles, but his grin fades when he sees the expression on my face. He clears his throat and offers to take my bag, while Ethan climbs into the backseat and slams his door.
    “Jerk,” I mutter.
    Gabe arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything as he leads me to the passenger side. I sit up front, leaving Ethan to stew by himself in the back.
    The drive to the airfield is a silent one, and it’s only when Gabe parks the vehicle and both guys get out that I finally allow a tear to trickle down my cheek.
     

 

     

     
    The flight to New York is excruciatingly quiet. I don’t trust myself to speak, which is okay, because there’s nobody to talk to. Jenna pretends to sleep during the entire trip, and even Gabe is smart enough to keep his comments to himself.
    Once we land, Gabe drives us to the hotel to meet Coop and Abby. One glance at a beaming Abby with that rock on her hand sends me straight to the mini bar. I pour myself a drink and mutter hello before heading out to the balcony for some air.
    Rage fills me, for so many different reasons.
    I’d taken Jenna to my home—a sacred place I’d never shared with any other woman. Doesn’t she understand? Can’t she see what that means? How could she think I only wanted her for sex? I don’t even know what I want, but I know it’s not just physical. Not anymore.
    The last few days have been incredible, and to have it all blown to hell thanks to Stavros Peri’s impatience is making me a little deranged. I hate him. Granted, I’ve always hated him, but those reasons had been professional. Coop and I had worked for Stavros a few summers ago. My partner had been itching for a new locale, and neither of us had ever seen Greece. Stavros had offered an obscene amount of money for a couple heists. The money had been great, but the risk was massive—especially when his promise of protection had fallen through during both robberies. After nearly getting busted, in both Athens and Mykonos, we’d vowed to never work for Stavros again.
    But now I have a whole new reason to hate the man. Now he’s messing with my personal life. We’ve all been forced to cut our vacations short. Not that Coop and Abby mind. After this last job, they’ll skip off into the sunset and live happily ever