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“I don’t care where we go, just don’t make me return to the house.” I hated that I sounded desperate, but I planned to make the time worthwhile if Donovan was gone for a week.
“Don’t worry, Giselle. I have something else in store for you.”
I tilted my head, wondering what he had planned, then hesitated. “Zayne, before we go. Have you seen anyone tailing us? What if Donovan isn’t really out of town, and he’s spying on me?”
A wicked little grin split Zayne’s face. “I planted a tracker on his Porsche along with his Land Rover and eight other cars before I left yesterday. We can see exactly where he is.”
I couldn’t help it. I full-on giggled like I was losing my mind. “Oh my God. That’s amazing, thank you.” I collected myself and smoothed my blouse. “He could still have one of his men tailing me, though.” My pulse throbbed against my neck and my head ached from the stress.
“I’m always on the lookout for anyone following us, and I haven’t seen anything suspicious, but I’ll keep an eye out. You have my word.”
I was quickly learning that Zayne was all about his word, and I loved it.
21
Zayne
Ishouldn’t have fucking hugged her, there was nothing professional about it. Giselle was a client. But the second tears welled in her eyes, all I wanted was to comfort her. I wasn’t expecting her reaction, though. I assumed she would push me away, but she didn’t.
The way she felt in my arms …I would have laughed at that stupid little voice in my head if I were alone. Under no circumstances could I allow my emotions to control that ship. Pierce had hard and fast rules about having a relationship with anyone we were protecting. Vaughn got lucky when Pierce found out about him and Claire, but it was only because Sutton went to bat for them … after she took care of Vaughn herself.
“Let’s go.” I ushered Giselle in front of me, my gaze sweeping through the parking lot for any signs of danger or someone tailing us. She was right. Donovan wouldn’t think twice about tailing her, but I’d already thought ahead.
After we climbed into the Mercedes, I pulled up the Spotify app on my phone. “21 Reasons” by Ella Henderson, the club mix, would drown out any conversation, or so I hoped.
Next, I tapped the app to track Donovan’s Porsche. It appeared to be at the airport, like he said. Of course, that didn’t mean he hadn’t ditched the car and left with someone else, though. More than ever, it was crucial that I remained alert. I handed the phone to Giselle. She nodded and returned it, then grabbed hers. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. I almost chuckled as she gave me her cell.
Where are we going?The unsent text read.
Although I wasn’t keen on the idea of communicating through texts, normally a software that recorded messages wouldn’t gather the data unless the message was sent. At least for today, it would work.
I typed a quick response.It’s a surprise.I held it up for her to read.
Panic clouded her expression, and I suddenly felt like an ass. I suspected that she didn’t have many good surprises.
I began to type again.Do you trust me?
Testing the waters with where she was mentally and emotionally, I waited while she stared at the screen. Before she could reply, I typed another question.
Can you trust me for a few hours?
If I broke the issue into smaller chunks, maybe she could take a risk and not be so scared. Giselle was terrified in her own home, I sure as hell didn’t want her to be frightened when she was with me.
Her gaze suspiciously darted around, then returned to me. She nodded and fastened her seat belt.
I started the car before buckling up myself. She remained quiet, staring out of the passenger’s side window, which was fine. Donovan could think we were still pissed at each other.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into a small shopping center north of Spokane.
“I need to check the tire, feels like I might have a flat. Wait here,” I ordered like a fucking asshole.
Her jaw clenched, but I hoped she remembered we were playing it up for Donovan. I left the car running and the air conditioning on while I hustled to one of my favorite hamburger joints nearby.
Ten minutes later, I returned with two bags of food along with one vanilla and one chocolate shake.
Giselle’s gaze widened when she spotted the items. I handed her the bags, and she placed them on the floorboard between her feet, lifting her cute nose in the air and sniffing.
“Vanilla or chocolate?” I mouthed.
