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around and opens the door, peering inside. “This is my cousin, Dmitry. He’s going to follow us to Paris.”
“You couldn’t have told me that before you jumped out?”
His gaze roams my face. “I’m a little preoccupied with keeping you safe at the moment.”
“You don’t know how thankful and grateful I am for that, but I don’t want to be in the dark. I want to help,” I remind him.
His eyes lose a bit of that cold, glacial sheens that has been slowly creeping in since last night. “I know you do. In the future, I will endeavor to keep you appraised of all things concerning your safety and well-being.”
“Did you just customer service rep me?”
“What?” He pronounces the word like one of the Royals would, sounding so stupidly posh that I want to kick him and kiss him, which seems about right for us.
“Spout off highfalutin words to placate a needy customer.” I raise my brows at him. “I do it at least once a week at PharmGen.”
“I have absolutely no idea what highfalutin means.”
“Consider the context clues, sugar,” I say, giving him by best Georgia drawl and a smirk.
He licks his lips, his gaze drifting down to my mouth. “I won’t leave you in the dark again.”
“Thank you,” I say primly and cross my legs. His eyes follow the movement. I’m both annoyed and pleased that he’s attracted to me… and that I’m attracted to him while we’re fleeing the country.
There should be a compartmentalization section of my brain that I can turn on and off at will. No sexy Ben right now. Only trying to save us Ben .
He nods, then straightens to finish his conversation with his cousin. As soon as they’re done, he gets in the car again and we’re off, heading to Paris.
“It’s only a six hour drive, but we can stop if you need me to.”
“The faster we get this over with the better,” I say.
He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “That’s my brave girl.” Letting go, he punches some buttons on a display in the dash. In most cars, there would be a radio function along with navigation, but like its driver, this is no ordinary car.
“I’m hopping on one of PharmGen’s satellites to monitor the Depository,” he says. “Dmitry will monitor the route and will text us if things look suspicious.”
Everything looks suspicious to me, but I’m no expert. “Should we open the package to see what the key looks like?”
“I already opened it. Dmitry and I surmised that it’s not explosive.”
“That’s… good?”
“Very.” His jaw works. “I don’t have a good feeling about easy, Morgan.”
“You’d rather have hard?”
Tilting his head to one side, he gives me a brief but telling look before focusing on the road. “I’d rather know what’s on the drive so I can make a better decision than this. I hate when someone else calls the shots.”
“What do you think is on the drive?”
“Not sure exactly. Honestly, I’m hoping it’s a cure for the common cold.”
“That would be worth a lot of money.”
He nods. “Enough to kill for.”
We both fall silent, watching cars and trucks weave in and out of lanes. Everyone seems to be in as much of a hurry as we are, but they’re headed to work, not to potentially die.
“Do you feel like talking?” I ask.
“Only if it will make you feel better.”
If only this was a date and he were a potential boyfriend. “I’m not sure if it will. I have so many questions for you.”
“Go on.”
I nibble at my lip, debating if I really want the answers. “Your former life, with bad guys and jumping off roofs… and killing people. Did… you… why?”
“I grew up in that life. My grandfather and brother taught me everything they knew. I was groomed to be a killer for the Bratva.”
My tongue gets stuck to the roof on my mouth for a second. “Are you still close to them?”
“Only my brother, but over the years I’ve drifted away from him as well. It’s not easy to leave
“You couldn’t have told me that before you jumped out?”
His gaze roams my face. “I’m a little preoccupied with keeping you safe at the moment.”
“You don’t know how thankful and grateful I am for that, but I don’t want to be in the dark. I want to help,” I remind him.
His eyes lose a bit of that cold, glacial sheens that has been slowly creeping in since last night. “I know you do. In the future, I will endeavor to keep you appraised of all things concerning your safety and well-being.”
“Did you just customer service rep me?”
“What?” He pronounces the word like one of the Royals would, sounding so stupidly posh that I want to kick him and kiss him, which seems about right for us.
“Spout off highfalutin words to placate a needy customer.” I raise my brows at him. “I do it at least once a week at PharmGen.”
“I have absolutely no idea what highfalutin means.”
“Consider the context clues, sugar,” I say, giving him by best Georgia drawl and a smirk.
He licks his lips, his gaze drifting down to my mouth. “I won’t leave you in the dark again.”
“Thank you,” I say primly and cross my legs. His eyes follow the movement. I’m both annoyed and pleased that he’s attracted to me… and that I’m attracted to him while we’re fleeing the country.
There should be a compartmentalization section of my brain that I can turn on and off at will. No sexy Ben right now. Only trying to save us Ben .
He nods, then straightens to finish his conversation with his cousin. As soon as they’re done, he gets in the car again and we’re off, heading to Paris.
“It’s only a six hour drive, but we can stop if you need me to.”
“The faster we get this over with the better,” I say.
He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “That’s my brave girl.” Letting go, he punches some buttons on a display in the dash. In most cars, there would be a radio function along with navigation, but like its driver, this is no ordinary car.
“I’m hopping on one of PharmGen’s satellites to monitor the Depository,” he says. “Dmitry will monitor the route and will text us if things look suspicious.”
Everything looks suspicious to me, but I’m no expert. “Should we open the package to see what the key looks like?”
“I already opened it. Dmitry and I surmised that it’s not explosive.”
“That’s… good?”
“Very.” His jaw works. “I don’t have a good feeling about easy, Morgan.”
“You’d rather have hard?”
Tilting his head to one side, he gives me a brief but telling look before focusing on the road. “I’d rather know what’s on the drive so I can make a better decision than this. I hate when someone else calls the shots.”
“What do you think is on the drive?”
“Not sure exactly. Honestly, I’m hoping it’s a cure for the common cold.”
“That would be worth a lot of money.”
He nods. “Enough to kill for.”
We both fall silent, watching cars and trucks weave in and out of lanes. Everyone seems to be in as much of a hurry as we are, but they’re headed to work, not to potentially die.
“Do you feel like talking?” I ask.
“Only if it will make you feel better.”
If only this was a date and he were a potential boyfriend. “I’m not sure if it will. I have so many questions for you.”
“Go on.”
I nibble at my lip, debating if I really want the answers. “Your former life, with bad guys and jumping off roofs… and killing people. Did… you… why?”
“I grew up in that life. My grandfather and brother taught me everything they knew. I was groomed to be a killer for the Bratva.”
My tongue gets stuck to the roof on my mouth for a second. “Are you still close to them?”
“Only my brother, but over the years I’ve drifted away from him as well. It’s not easy to leave
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