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As if he owned the world.
Relaxed.
In charge.
Anddevastatinglyhandsome.
Dark, almost black hair, grayish-blue eyes, eyelashes so long and thick they were enviable, and a jawline that had the ability to make anyone looking at him weak in the knees.
Dangerous seemed like too small a word to describe him.
He was lethal, with a good dose of charm and lazy sexiness.
She took some comfort in knowing that she had his hands handcuffed and that the gun lay on her lap, easily accessible and offering her some protection at least. But even she knew if he wanted her unalived, she wouldn’t be driving him around in the middle of heavy snowfall on her way to the airport, which was a bit more than an hour and a half drive away.
The deluge of snow hadn’t ceased. And visibility progressively worsened.
“There’s no rush to get me to DC, you know. I’m not going anywhere you aren’t. We can book into a nice hotel, or you can take me home to your parents' house, and we can wait out the storm that’s certainly coming our way. I don’t think your father or your mother would mind.”
She tossed her gaze his way, baffled by his arrogance. Did he really suggest she take him home to her parents' house? Was he insane?
“Nothing is going to stop me from getting to the airport and delivering you to my boss.”
“If you insist. Do you want me to drive?” He asked casually as Peyton started to strain to be able to see the road ahead.
A sickening feeling sunk into her. No matter her intention to get him off her hands as soon as possible, she couldn’t deny the weather had taken an angry turn rather quickly.
Why was this happening to her?
Why her?
She could barely see the road ahead but was more frustrated that the man sitting next to her was too calm and in control while she remained on the verge of a panic attack.
When her phone pinged, she quickly answered it on speaker.
“Peyton? Oh my god.” Ellie’s voice filled the car, but the connection wasn’t the best. “You are not going to make it to the airport. Besides, all flights are grounded. And all roads into town are closed. You have to get off the road. Now.”
Peyton’s stomach knotted as Ellie’s words gave life to her worst nightmare.
“Look, my friend, Margo and her husband just opened a resort,” Ellie carried on. “From your location, you can be there in twenty minutes. It’s your safest option to get out of the storm. I’m going to call her and send you directions before we lose cell service. And don’t worry, I won’t tell her you guys are FBI agents.”
Seized with indecision, Peyton gripped the wheel so tightly that she thought her skin would burst open.
Flights were grounded. Roads were closed. And she was stuck in a car with a deadly assassin who had just handed himself over to her of all people, and he had come with his own gun and handcuffs too because he knew she wouldn’t be prepared.
Who the hell does things like that?
Oh fuck.
She was going to kill them both if they remained out in the elements against a rapidly raging snowstorm.
Which meant she was going to have to seek refuge from the storm in a newly opened hotel with an assassin in tow.
Chapter Three
Peyton slowed her pace considerably while she waited for Ellie’s call. Her anxiety skyrocketed, and while she was falling apart, Declan Foster put on the radio and sat there, enjoying a series of Christmas songs.
What the fresh hell.
