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There wouldn’t have been time to date andummandahhover it. We would’ve had to decide right then if we wanted to be together, just him and me against the darkness of the world.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Okay,” he says. “Then type your address in.”
He nods to the GPS unit. I quickly do as he says, and then he turns the car around, gliding through the city.
“I need answers, Felix,” I say.
“About the kiss or the rest of it?” he asks.
“Fine, let’s talk about the kiss.” My voice gets quieter as though some unknown is trying to turn me into a mouse. I sit up straighter, and fight away the feelings of doubt and nerves. “Why, if what you’re saying is true….”
“It is,” he cuts in. “I won’t lie to you, Freya. I’ll give you the truth,always,even if it makes you hate me.”
That last part almost makes me forget what I was going to say, but I decide to hold onto it.
“Why kiss me?” I whisper, finally caving to the desire to avert my gaze, staring at the dashboard.
“Because you looked – you look – so damn beautiful.”
“So you always just kiss women you think are beautiful?”
“I don’tthinkyou’re beautiful. You are.” He turns the corner, driving away from the clubs and bars and toward residential neighborhoods. “And no. The truth is, I’ve never kissed a stranger.”
“Until now,” I whisper.
He glances at me. “Until now.”
I warn myself not to read too much into this, even if it’s difficult not to.
When he turns back to the road, I force myself to focus on what’s important.
Julie, Mom, the…the what? Thehiton me? Is that the right word?
“I need answers, Felix,” I say.
He nods. “As I said, I won’t lie to you. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
I sit back, squeezing my hands together, watching him, waiting, and trying not to lean over and kiss him.
I really need to control myself.
“You need to know something first,” he says. “This is what I meant when I said you might hate me…I’m the one who was hired to kill you.”
“What?” I whisper, sure I’ve misheard him.
The notion that this man would ever hurt me seems absurd…even if that concept – knowing this stranger wants to keep me safe – is absurd in itself.
I don’t know him. I’ve got nothing to base this conviction on.
And yet I feel it so strongly. It almost makes me want to scream, to declare it to the world at large.
“I was hired to kill you,” he repeats.
“I don’t understand.”
He keeps driving steadily, but his jaw is pulsing as if he’s just barely containing all the emotion whelming up inside of him.
