Page 131 of Property of Stone
Of course, Gentry noticed. “Hey, you’re headed the wrong way.”
No shit.“Know a shortcut.”
“So do I and this isn’t it.”
“Gotta detour around some road construction. You know how those fu—those state workers love to inconvenience us taxpayers. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy your newfound freedom. I’ll get you home safely,” Stone lied.
Sitting back, Gentry murmured, “I miss driving.”
“Sure you missed a lot of stuff. What did you do to get locked up?”
There was a long hesitation before he answered, “My ex-wife was trying to use my son as an excuse to drain me dry financially.”
Bullshit.“Bitches, am I right? And using your kid against you like that? That’s pretty low.” Stone shook his head.
Gentry’s eyes met his for a split second in the rearview. His reaction reminded Stone to keep his English as squeaky clean as possible. But,damn, was it work.
“So, how’d that land you inside if she was the one stealing from you?”
“I tried to convince her to change her mind.”
Stone gripped the steering wheel hard so he wouldn’t reach back and throat punch the fucker. “And that landed you at Dallas?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, some jackass intervened and the police showed up.”
The “jackass” turned his head enough so Gentry could see his smile. “Think you convinced her?”
“I guess I’ll see.”
“And if she wasn’t?”
Gentry stared out of the rain-streaked window.
Stone didn’t like the fact he didn’t answer.
Of course, if Stone had been asked that same sort of question, he wouldn’t incriminate himself either. Especially to some stranger in a supposed ride share.
“Are you sure you know where we’re going? This isn’t the way to my condo. I think you’re lost.”
“Got it covered. Don’t worry. It’s either drive out of the way a little bit or sit in stopped construction traffic for an hour.”
Five minutes later, Gentry was starting to get antsy. “Can you drop me off at the nearest gas station? I’ll get someone to pick me up from there. You don’t need to take me all the way home.”
Stone’s eyes flicked back up to the mirror. “The ride’s paid for.”
“I don’t care.”
“Sure. Let me find a safe place to drop you.” Only, it wouldn’t be a gas station or any public area. And it definitely wouldn’t be safe. At least for Vic the Dick.
Stone continued heading farther away from civilization.
Gentry slammed the front passenger seat with this palm. “I want out of this vehicle!”
It was a damn shame that Taryn’s ex was getting pissed.
Not that Stone gave a fuck. “Gonna give you what you want. Gotta find somewhere to drop you.”
“But there’s nothing around here. We’re out in the boonies!”
