![]() I fully expected her to start the vehicle and try and take off during those few seconds, but for whatever reason she seemed fairly resigned to my obnoxious desire for information. Okay, cool.” I glanced around again, then hurried around the front of the Jeep to the passenger side. “Can we please talk?” I asked, returning my attention to her. No one inside the diner seemed to notice our little altercation-helped no doubt by the fact it was all happening on the side away from the broad windows. She tugged futilely on the door a few times as if it would somehow convince me to move, then gave up and let her hand drop. She breathed raggedly, seeming on the verge of tears and, with the fierce strength that burned behind her hazel eyes, it looked utterly unnatural on her. “Would you chill? I want some answers, and I’m not letting you go until you give them!” I poured on the speed and closed the distance between us, grabbed the door handle as she slid into the seat, and blocked the door with my own body. “Yeah, fine, who did you work for?” I shot back, allowing my annoyance to color my tone.Īs expected, she made an absolutely desperate attempt to yank the door open and get into the Jeep. ![]() I knew damn well she was about to make a break for it, and I tensed in expectation. ![]() ![]() ![]() “Worked for,” she replied, emphasizing the past tense. Was she concerned for me? Or for what I might see or find out? “First, tell me who you work for,” I said. ![]()
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