“That’s you?”
“What did you think it was? Some kind of garbage monster? That only happens in the vids.” Laughter made his voice sexier. Damn him.
Dizzie tamped down the flicker of attraction. She was in the middle of a nasty garbage dump, running for her life. She didn’t have time to find Killian St. John massively appealing.
Killian grabbed her other ankle and pulled.
Poof, attraction gone.
She had to let go or she’d hurt herself.
“I hate you,” she hissed as she released her death grip on the ledge.
“Wait!” Dizzie flailed in midair as Killian’s hand let go of her ankle.
She landed hard on the garbage. Her head bounced on something hard under the pile and everything went black.
Chapter12
The smellof garbage hit Dizzie in the face. “What the hell?” She reared back, her body sinking into something squishy, but the smell followed her. The smell…washer! “Gross!” Exhaling through her mouth, she tried to get a breath of fresh air, but everything was tainted.
“You’re awake.”
Startled, Dizzie looked toward the voice. Killian sat to her left. Beyond him, city lights sped by. They were in a vehicle, heading…somewhere.
“What happened? Where’d you get the car?” The last place she expected to be was in a spaceship-sleek car with Killian St. John.
“You hit your head when you fell. I got you out and had the car meet me at our location.” He recited the facts, but she was sure he was leaving things out. In fact…
“I hit my head when youmademe fall, you mean.” Her voice rose in outrage. She remembered losing her grip and falling toward the garbage. Nothing after that, though.
She studied his profile. Hands on the wheel, he held himself rigid.
“I didn’t mean for you to fall. Honest.”
He sounded sincere, so she moved on. “Where are you taking me?”
“Does it matter?” He glanced over at her. In the flickering streetlights, he looked as tired as she felt.
Did it? Well, yes. And no.
“Yeah, it does.” The whole night had spun out of control and she needed to take some back.
Killian slid his thumb over the touchscreen on the steering wheel and put the car on self-drive. He shifted to look at her.
She tensed. All she’d wanted was a simple answer. Instead, he studied her like a bug under a microscope.
Dizzie shifted her gaze and studied the road in front of them. It looked as though they’d left Seattle proper and entered the outskirts of town. Given the city’s sprawl, it didn’t look all that different. Skyscrapers filled the horizon, reflecting the glow of the early morning light.
“From the moment I saw you at that party, I knew you’d be trouble.”
His words hit like a blow. “Whatever.” She bit her lip and stared straight ahead.
“Not in a bad way. Well, not mostly.”
“Wow, you’re a real smooth talker.” The words slipped out, but she didn’t care. She should’ve stayed at headquarters. Whatever the corporation wanted from her couldn’t hurt this bad.
She attempted to relax into the cushy passenger seat with its high-tech filler, but she was too tense. Fingers laced to keep from lashing out, she turned to look out her window. She needed out of this car. It was too confining, too confusing to be enclosed in here with him.
