She was out of breath and glaring at him in hopes his head would combust.

It was entirely true that the situation could play out horribly. Someone running up and declaring that a group of men were going to rob the bank could send everyone into a panic, cause the guards to draw their weapons prematurely, or a number of other possibilities. Doing this quietly and preventing any incident was completely out of the question now.

“I don’t even know you,” she protested.

She wished that she had taken Darcy’s offer of a taser. It would be useful right about now.