The police had already gone when Vicky crossed her arms, her sharp gaze flicking between Nick, Liam, and the soaked mess of their clothes. "You two look like drowned kittens," she said bluntly, though there was a hint of fondness beneath her smirk.
"Come to my office. I told one of my staff to bring clothes for you both. No way are you going home dripping like that. Just don't be choosy, what we have in the warehouse is either crew plain shirts or worse... overalls. We'll see what he will bring."
Nick chuckled under his breath, brushing a hand through his wet hair. "Always prepared, huh?"
"Of course." Vicky arched a brow. "Someone has to keep you looking presentable after making the evening news. And I kinda wish the media would be here so Nancy's crimes would be exposed to the world. You should've seen the port workers staring and taking videos earlier—you looked like you just crawled out of the sea."
Liam gave her a wry grin. "We kind of did."
