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I take her in again. Casual shoes, pretty dress that stops a couple of inches above her knees, big leather purse slung over her shoulder, hair pulled up into a curly ponytail, glossy lips…
“I’ll drive you.”
Her face brightens. “You will?”
I nod. Because apparently, I will.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She hops twice, and I want to shove my face in her tits.
But I don’t. I just nod my acceptance of her thanks, then gesture for her to back up. “Let’s go.”
“Do you, I don’t know, need to get anything?” Cassandra glances down, then notices that I’m already wearing my shoes. Or tactical boots, to be more exact.
I glance down at myself too.
My black pants bunch a bit at the tops of the boots, and that, combined with my black nylon belt and black T-shirt, makes me look like a fucking mercenary.
Practice prevents me from fidgeting. And getting changed now would only draw attention to what I’m currently wearing and questions about why I put it on if I wasn’t willing to leave the house dressed like this.
I don’t have a mission tonight. No plans to utilize all the pockets hidden in my pants. But I like to be prepared. And anytime I’m sitting in my room downstairs, watching my monitors and sharpening my knives, I make sure I’m ready to go, should the need arise.
“I’m good,” I reply and pull my keys from my pocket.
Cassandra spins around and walks ahead of me to the front of my garage.
I click a button on my key fob to open the overhead door, and we wait for it to rumble open before going to our respective doors.
It’s not until we’re climbing into my truck that I think to ask, “Where am I taking you?”
Cassandra pulls her door shut and answers while reaching for her seat belt. “Dinner at my parents’ place.”
CHAPTER29
Cassie
Hans slowly turnshis head to face me as the truck rolls down his driveway.
I bite my lip, refusing to look at him, worried that if I do, he’ll throw the truck into park and demand I get out.
Not that he requires eye contact to kick me out.
“Your parents?” His voice, though much better than it was yesterday, is still a little scratchy, making him sound more serious than his already serious tone.
“Yes,” I kinda squeak. “But you can totally just drop me off. They’re in St. Paul, and I know that’s a bit of a drive, but I’ll pay you for the hassle, and I’m sure I can find a ride that will bring me back this way.”
It’s Sunday evening, so there won’t be much traffic, and we’ll get there in like thirty minutes, but I don’t want him to think I can’t pay for his time. I never expected him to offer to drive me.
Then again, I can’t really picture him letting me take his truck alone either, now that I think about it.
Hans lets out a sigh, and I chance a glance at him just as he turns out of the driveway and presses down on the gas. “You’re not going to pay me.”
He doesn’t sound excited, but I still relax. If he was going to kick me out, he’d have done it already.
It’s not like my parents would be mad if I had to cancel on them, but they would worry. And that worry would turn into phone calls and questions and suggestions that I just don’t feel like listening to.
“I am going to pay you,” I insist, then keep talking before he can argue. “Would you like me to tell you directions as we go or put their address into your GPS?”
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