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There was a long pause and finally Jack spoke again, “So are you going to share or I’m I just going to have to guess?”

“I was waiting for a drumroll but anyways it’s a little wild and I’m going to have to trust you but what’s new?” you laughed before going on to explain what you needed Jack to do. After several minutes of arguing Jack was finally on his way to you.

You heard a loud crash, followed by screams, and took that as your queue that Jack was there. You shimmed out of the air duct and fell on the hood of the car, bag in hand. You waved to Jack before scrambling and jumping in the passenger seat as he took a couple of warning shots to stay away.

He backed up quickly, “Where are all the cops?”

“Probably on their way now. They thought I jumped out the back but I climbed into the ducting,” you explained.

“What?! Why did I need to drive into the store then? I thought you were in danger!” Jack shouted, pulling down an alley to keep the cops off you.

“I was. It was very drafty. Plus I didn’t want to wait until tonight to climb out,” you explained.

He sighed as he threw the car into park, “Please tell me it was worth it.”

“Oh ho ho. Take a look at this,” you fished a large diamond, roughly the size of your fist out of your bag and held it up for Jack to see.

He still looked at you in shock but not in a good way, “Did you get that from the front window?”

You nodded proudly, “After snatching a few rings and necklaces I grabbed that. What do you think?”

“I think you’re insane. That, my darling, is for display. A nice paperweight but nothing more,” Jack explained.

“But…” you frowned looking at the jewel in your hands.

Jack leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead to soothe you. “See the name of the store etched there,” he pointed to the side facing up. “They can’t do that with real diamonds.”

“I did think that was strange,” you agreed and tossed it back into your bag, “Oh, well. There’s always next time.”

“You mean you thought that was strange and you still grabbed it?” Jack slumped in his seat.

You shrugged, “Heat of the moment. Speaking of which, let’s get some tunes up in this, bitch.”