“You need a thief.”
“To go shopping? I don't think so,” Eliot said. “Kleptomaniacs stay here.”
“But Eliot, you need me,” Parker insisted. “You can't go shopping for that kind of stuff alone. You're... You're a guy. You need a woman's touch.”
“That's creepy. Don't try and imitate Sophie again. Ever. Speaking of Sophie, if I needed a woman's touch, I'd ask her.” Eliot shook his head. “I don't need a woman's touch. I just need to go to the store once without it turning into a disaster. Between you and Hardison—”
“You take Hardison to the store? That's not fair.”
“I didn't want to take Hardison to the store. And I'm not taking you to the store.”
Parker folded her arms over her chest, and he gave her a slight smile as he left.
She waited for the door to shut and grinned as she ran to the window.
“I knew it. You need a thief for this.”
“Damn it, Parker! What are you doing here?”
“I went out the window and climbed in the back of your truck and you never saw me,” she said proudly, smiling at him. “And trust me, for this? You need a thief.”
“No, I don't. And if I did, I could handle it.”
She shook her head, wrapping her hand around his arm. “You need me.”
She held up his wallet. “Yes, you do.”