Page 16 of Stolen Goods
“Yes.”
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
I’m aiding and abetting a known fugitive.
Oh my God!
“I demand you let me out of the car at once!” Addy exclaimed, her voice as rigid and severe as she could possibly make it.
“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen,” he replied smoothly, all confidence and control.
“But— But—”That always works in the movies.“But I demand it!”
“And your demand is adorable, really, but it’s not going to happen. I didn’t mean to get you involved, but you are. You’re in this, whether you want to be or not.”
“In what?” Her voice was small, unsure.
He glanced at her, something soft and almost pained in his gaze. Then he looked forward and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, staring out the window with new resolve. “In this car, with me, until I say otherwise.”
I don’t think so.“I’ll call the police.”
“I have your phone.”
“I’ll scream.”
“Please don’t. I’m pretty sure no one but me will hear you, and my eardrums can’t take any more.”
“I’ll— I’ll—” Addy searched around for some sort of ammunition. Her hand went to the door handle and tugged on it uselessly.
“It’s locked, remember? And even if it weren’t, I wouldn’t recommend that route, just based on my own personal experience. Jumping out of a car going upwards of sixty miles an hour hurts like hell.”
She folded her fingers into her palm and pulled her hand back slightly, then spun, lunging for the wheel. He caught her with his forearm and pushed her back against the seat, locked in place. Addy punched and kicked, but he didn’t budge.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear. If I wanted to do that, I would’ve left you back there on your own. I wouldn’t have taken you with me.” He released her and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling those dark, wavy locks in a way that was frustratingly attractive. “This is all a big mistake. I just need to make sure it’s safe before I let you go.”
“Why should I believe you?”
He winced. “Because I have no reason to lie.”
Addy snorted with disbelief before she could stop it—uncaring for once in her life that the gesture was incredibly unladylike. “You’re a criminal. And a thief. And a con. And all you’ve done tonight is lie!”
“True,” he stated slowly, meeting her eyes with a smile. “But wasn’t it exciting?”
A little.
Maybe.
Okay…a lot.
But it was also terrifying and traumatizing and—Addy narrowed her eyes.He’s trying to dazzle me with those dimples again!
“No, it wasn’t.”
He cocked a single brow. “Just a little, admit it.”
“No.”
“Not even when you took that guy out with a rolling pin?”
