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with it, the sound of clinking bottles drifting out.
Irritated with himself, Zane glanced back at the windows, keeping an eye on the parking lot.
He was starting to see why Quinn tended to steamroll people when they didn’t do what they were told. It sure made things a hell of a lot easier, especially when someone’s personal safety was involved.
You’re getting really wound up about this woman.
Yeah, but he could worry about that later. Right now the most important thing was getting her out of here before that asshole came back with a whole lot of friends.
He began to sort through the various options about where to take her, including going straight to the police. That would be the best in terms of shaking off the cartel, but it would also mean returning her to custody and if she wasn’t careful, jail. Where she’d be no safer than she’d been at the bar.
He scowled through the glass at the empty lot. Shit. There was only one place he could take her where she’d probably be safe. Lone Star. It would take them awhile to track her down there to start with and then, once they did, it wouldn’t only be him they’d have to worry about but Quinn and Rush too. Would his brothers help? His father had been all about Redmonds sticking together, but he knew exactly how far that went. Then again, it wasn’t as if he had a lot of choice.
“Okay, let’s go.”
He turned from the window to find her standing behind him, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, her hands in her back pockets. The bag looked suspiciously light, as if she didn’t have much stuff in it.
“That was quick.” A strange disappointment wound through him, almost as if he’d been looking forward to the thought of picking her up and carrying her down to the truck.
She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t have much.”
No, he was starting to suspect that she didn’t.
Her small, narrow hand tightened on the strap of her bag. “So where are we going?”
“You’re not going to like it, but it’ll be safer than jail.” He turned toward the door. “We’re going back to the office.”
She frowned. “The office? How is that safer than jail?”
“You’ll see.” Zane pushed open the door and held it open. “Now be a good girl and go get in the truck.”
Chapter 5
Be a good girl and go get in the truck…
Iris held her duffel bag in her lap and scowled out the front windshield, her skin prickling in irritation. He might be some super soldier, but he was also an arrogant prick, with a giant helping of condescending asshole thrown in for good measure.
She’d wanted to tell him exactly what she thought of that kind of attitude, except obviously getting out of that motel room was more important than her feelings about his behavior.
We won’t mention the fact that he also saved your ass, will we? Just like he’s saving it now.
That did
not
help. She didn’t trust men, not since Dylan, and it didn’t make it any easier that she didn’t have a choice. Oh sure, she could escape him if she wanted. Fake an illness, pretend she needed to puke and he’d let her out because what guy wanted puke in his car? She could slip away, she was sure of it. And then she’d probably be shot by cartel guys.
Overall it was a pretty great situation to be in. Not.
And whose fault is that?
Hers. Totally and utterly hers. She should never have trusted Dylan, never in a million years, but he was kind to her when no one ever had been and she’d been desperate for some kindness. And stupid. A bad combination.
Even when it had become obvious what was in those packets she delivered for Dylan, she hadn’t stopped. She’d been afraid she wouldn’t be useful to him anymore, that he would leave her and she’d be alone once again. But by then it was too late to change her mind anyway. She had to keep doing it no matter that she didn’t want to, especially with Shaw, the asshole who took her little deliveries, on her back all the time, making sure she kept
Irritated with himself, Zane glanced back at the windows, keeping an eye on the parking lot.
He was starting to see why Quinn tended to steamroll people when they didn’t do what they were told. It sure made things a hell of a lot easier, especially when someone’s personal safety was involved.
You’re getting really wound up about this woman.
Yeah, but he could worry about that later. Right now the most important thing was getting her out of here before that asshole came back with a whole lot of friends.
He began to sort through the various options about where to take her, including going straight to the police. That would be the best in terms of shaking off the cartel, but it would also mean returning her to custody and if she wasn’t careful, jail. Where she’d be no safer than she’d been at the bar.
He scowled through the glass at the empty lot. Shit. There was only one place he could take her where she’d probably be safe. Lone Star. It would take them awhile to track her down there to start with and then, once they did, it wouldn’t only be him they’d have to worry about but Quinn and Rush too. Would his brothers help? His father had been all about Redmonds sticking together, but he knew exactly how far that went. Then again, it wasn’t as if he had a lot of choice.
“Okay, let’s go.”
He turned from the window to find her standing behind him, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, her hands in her back pockets. The bag looked suspiciously light, as if she didn’t have much stuff in it.
“That was quick.” A strange disappointment wound through him, almost as if he’d been looking forward to the thought of picking her up and carrying her down to the truck.
She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t have much.”
No, he was starting to suspect that she didn’t.
Her small, narrow hand tightened on the strap of her bag. “So where are we going?”
“You’re not going to like it, but it’ll be safer than jail.” He turned toward the door. “We’re going back to the office.”
She frowned. “The office? How is that safer than jail?”
“You’ll see.” Zane pushed open the door and held it open. “Now be a good girl and go get in the truck.”
Chapter 5
Be a good girl and go get in the truck…
Iris held her duffel bag in her lap and scowled out the front windshield, her skin prickling in irritation. He might be some super soldier, but he was also an arrogant prick, with a giant helping of condescending asshole thrown in for good measure.
She’d wanted to tell him exactly what she thought of that kind of attitude, except obviously getting out of that motel room was more important than her feelings about his behavior.
We won’t mention the fact that he also saved your ass, will we? Just like he’s saving it now.
That did
not
help. She didn’t trust men, not since Dylan, and it didn’t make it any easier that she didn’t have a choice. Oh sure, she could escape him if she wanted. Fake an illness, pretend she needed to puke and he’d let her out because what guy wanted puke in his car? She could slip away, she was sure of it. And then she’d probably be shot by cartel guys.
Overall it was a pretty great situation to be in. Not.
And whose fault is that?
Hers. Totally and utterly hers. She should never have trusted Dylan, never in a million years, but he was kind to her when no one ever had been and she’d been desperate for some kindness. And stupid. A bad combination.
Even when it had become obvious what was in those packets she delivered for Dylan, she hadn’t stopped. She’d been afraid she wouldn’t be useful to him anymore, that he would leave her and she’d be alone once again. But by then it was too late to change her mind anyway. She had to keep doing it no matter that she didn’t want to, especially with Shaw, the asshole who took her little deliveries, on her back all the time, making sure she kept
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