Ali chuckled and moved to perch on the table, feet on the chair and forearms braced on her thighs as she watched Gage carefully. He was working an angle, he always was. She knew that, but she also knew better than to ask him about it. She'd gone and gotten herself caught, strung up like a fool because she had never been a planner. She'd been the one to do things. She never planned heists; she'd been an opportunistic thief, stealing because she could, because it was there rather than through any planned heist. They'd been career criminals, low stakes, until Gage had joined them, directed their cause to a purpose. Something much more definite.
"You always were better at that than I was," she agreed, patting the table and indicating that he should come and sit beside her.
She laced her fingers together. "I was bored without you," she told him, "obviously that's the only reason I got myself caught."