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“Where are we going?” she asked as he pushed her along the sidewalk like a vacuum cleaner.
“We’re picking up a car.”
“Seriously? Where are we getting a car now?”
“Trust me.”
“You keep saying that, but I don’t trust you, Jace! My driver is dead!”
“He wasn’t your driver anyway. Did you really get attached?”
She sputtered, trying to come up with a response to his ridiculous question. “I’m not attached to that guy. He tried to kill us! But a man still died.”
He led her across a busy street to a corner. Then he pushed her under the canopy of an awning, positioning his body in front of hers like a shield.
She stared at his bulky shoulders in front of her face. It cut down in a chiseledVshape that ended at the waist of his jeans. She followed the thick line down to his weapon tucked along his spine.
A shiver rolled through her. Maybe itwasa little hot to have a take-charge man in this situation. He’d already attacked one person to protect her. She shuddered to think of what that driver intended for them.
She attempted to wiggle past him from behind, but he threw out an arm to trap her between him and the building.
“Where are we getting a car again?”
“My team’s sending one.”
“Here?”
“Yup.”
She didn’t ask how such a thing could take place. His team was at the top of their game. Naturally they had contacts everywhere.
Next thing she knew, a small car pulled up to the curb in front of them.
“An electric car? You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jace muttered.
The driver got out and circled the vehicle. Jace grabbed Bronte’s arm and dragged her toward the passenger door. He practically stuffed her inside and jumped behind the wheel.
He twisted to check the lane before pulling out into traffic. “Give me your home address.”
She was still clutching the blanket around herself. “Why do you need that?”
“You can tell me or I can get it from my team.” His jaw flexed, the tendons tightening in a sexy, I’m-going-to-rip-someone’s-head-off manner.
She was losing her mind. Only Kimmy would think things like that.
“You’re not even going the right direction,” she argued.
“Then tell me where to go and I’ll put it into my phone.”
If he drove much farther, he’d be mired in traffic and she’d be stuck with him even longer. She rattled off the address. He brought his phone up and told the virtual assistant to give him a route.
Bronte couldn’t focus on the streets or the robotic voice giving directions. Her brain felt like it was pulsing with fire. All she wanted were a couple painkillers and her bed.
When Jace pulled up in front of her condo, she blinked. Then she slowly reached for the handle.
“Uh…thanks for the lift?”
He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t think I’m going to let you just go in alone, do you?”
