can’t go with you.”
She was angry, pissed off even, but at him? Or at something else?
“I stand out everywhere, that’s life.” He shrugged and grinned, but she looked even angrier, if possible. “Do I have to remind you—?”
“You don’t have to remind me of anything,” she snapped.
She scanned the area, the tall buildings looming up around them, then the rushing pedestrians, then him again. He’d bet his last dollar she had this area mapped out already and had just pinpointed ten different ways to lose him.
“All right, I can see you’re serious about this. What else do you suggest we do?” he asked.
She made fists until her knuckles turned white. Clearly she was not willing to say. She tried to ignore him. He could have told her that wouldn’t work. He was used to attention, and if he had to, he knew how to get it. He’d bet his last dollar she wasn’t a spy. And if she is?
He’d handle that when and if it were true. He’d already come too far to stop now.
“You’re stuck with me so I suggest you go with it. It’s that, or I cuff you, tuck your pretty little butt over my shoulder then we go to the location my man has secured for us.”
She gasped but quickly frowned and said, “You can’t do that! I have to go to my father’s apartment.”
A horn honking and tires squealing mere feet away, spurred them both into action. She broke from his hold when he reached for his side arm. He caught her by her purse and jerked her right back next to him. A car sped out of control right into the vehicle they’d hidden behind only seconds after they’d made it to the other side of the street. Glass shattered and sprayed the road and sidewalk. More people yelled and Kylie pulled and tugged at him.
He finally let her guide them, surprised at how quickly they managed to make it through the crowds. Police sirens blaring made her pause, glance at him with a frown then take off down a flight of stone stairs lined with flowers and tall decorative grass. The steps were old, uneven in places, but she trotted down them effortlessly, apparently unhindered by her four-inch heels.
“Watch it, would you?” he grumbled, nearly falling right into her. “These things are impossible.”
She shot him a surprised look then actually smiled quickly before turning around to skip her way down.
Hell, she is beautiful .
“Take them two at a time,” she called back over her shoulder.
He did, and didn’t see any improvement. “How damn long is this thing?” he asked, checking in on their rear a few times. No sign of pursuit. Yet. But if they were caught on these stairs it’d be hell to get off.
“My father’s place is two blocks away. Try not to look so…big,” she grumbled.
He pulled his Navy cap out of his back pocket and grinned at her when she glanced back. She rolled her eyes.
“You are going to ruin this,” she started, then stopped with a huff when he pulled the cap down over his forehead.
“Ruin what?”
“Everyone will remember a big black man at a scene of a shooting.”
Not a problem. He wasn’t worried about any of the Koreans talking to an obvious Arab and his thugs. He wanted to know who the thugs were though, and he had an idea Kylie knew. “Nobody will remember which way we went.”
His humor didn’t sit well with her, he could tell. They reached the bottom of the stairs and entered a beautiful area with cherry trees lining the streets and people walking in couples. He pulled her closer, mimicking the nearest pair.
“Just play along,” he whispered when she stiffened to the point of hurting herself. “If I get caught, then you get caught. Then what?”
Whatever he’d said seemed to work. She softened next to him, even rested her head on the side of his arm. She was tall. She nearly reached his shoulder. He’d have to bend slightly to kiss her, but in those high heels she’d had on earlier, he’d barely have to tip his head to reach her lips.
They reached an elegant but
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