Greed didn't call Lust. He only sent a text message that he had an emergency item to pick up in Boston he'd ordered off Craigslist. That he'd be back tomorrow. Slipping his phone back in his pocket he settled himself beside Zoe who had already curled up on the couch. He poked her in the leg with his foot. "Scoot," he said settling against the arm and stretching his legs across the length of the couch. He motioned for her to settle right in his lap. He wanted to keep holding her for some reason. He hadn't even thought of making her slither all over him like a lap dancer. She was pulling strange things out of him. He chucked it up as Charity rubbing off on him.