The Cube Heist (BWWM Interracial Romance and Crime) Read Free Page A

saliva dribbling down her chin like a toddler. It was bad enough that she’d dozed off on a watch. It was so unprofessional.
    “It’s cool,” Harper said. ‘It’s happened to the best of us.”
    “Yeah thanks.” Lisa mumbled, feeling her skin grow hot.
    “Let’s call it a day shall we? We’ll start again tomorrow at the same time.”
    “OK.” Lisa said.
    When they pulled up to Lisa’s block, she jumped out of the van quickly and waved goodbye. She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. She felt stiff as she rode the elevator up to the third floor. She closed her door, grateful to be in the safety of her apartment. She took out a vegetable salad from the fridge and ate it while standing. Ten minutes later, she was out again, headed to the 24hour gym, a couple of blocks away.
    “What do you want to do today?” Rambo asked her.
    He was her trainer at the gym and so called for the huge muscles that adorned his chest.
    “The ring” Lisa said.
    “Why did I think you’d say that?” Rambo said with a smile, leading her to the back of the gym, where the boxing ring was.
    He helped Lisa with her gloves and her head gear and they went for it. There was something refreshing about getting into the ring and sparring. She loved throwing punches and evading them. It beat lifting weights although she occasionally did. An hour later, she was back home. After a shower and a glass of milk, Lisa went to bed. After a night session at the ring, she normally managed to sleep immediately her head hit the pillow.
    But tonight, sleep was evasive. She found her thoughts returning to Harper and trying to figure him out. He was different from most guys who found silence threatening. She and Harper had not exchanged more than ten sentences all day, yet he had not felt the urge to fill the silence with conversation. Lisa found herself curious about his personal life. Was he married? Did he have children?
    Intrigued, she vowed to find out the following day.
    The next morning Harper was gracious enough to pick her up at the agreed time. Lisa felt surprisingly fresh as she took the elevator to the ground floor. She looked for the white van. It was nowhere to be seen and she settled on the side walk to wait for Harper. A sharp hoot sounded and she looked towards a blue sedan. Not recognizing it, Lisa turned away. It hooted again, and on looking closer, she recognized Harper.
    “Hey,” Lisa said, sliding into the passenger seat. “Who is this?”
    “We needed a different car today, and this seemed as good a choice as any.” Harper said.
    They stopped for take away coffee. This time they were not so lucky. They got a parking space a bit further away from the bank. Still, they had a pretty good view. Lisa found her attention on the two shops that neighbored their target. On the left was leather goods store and on the right was the deli.
    Like the day before, the cops patrolled the bank on the hour and two uniformed guards stood at the entrance.
    “It’s going to be difficult to gain entry through the bank.” Lisa said.
    Harper nodded. “My thoughts exactly; I’m thinking either of the two shops; the leather shop or the deli.”
    “The deli seems easier.” Lisa added.
    “They use one huge padlock to lock up. You shouldn’t find that too hard—”
    “To pick” Lisa finished.
    They broke out into laughter. Lisa looked at Harper and loved the way his laugh reached his eyes and the loud noisy laugh he had. He should laugh more often, Lisa thought. It softened his face and made him approachable.
    Lisa stopped laughing suddenly and looked away. Crap! She must stop thinking about Harper as if he was a potential lover. She remembered his words when they first met. You don’t interest me as a woman . That dismissal had hurt and it still did. With that sharp reminder of what Harper thought of her, she turned stony faced and promised herself to concentrate on the business at hand.
    The deli was busy especially with lunch time