Shit. I need to step back and think through our relationship before I take a dive and drown.
Eyeing my face, he jumps out of the car, and grins. “Don’t worry. I don’t have a date.”
“None of my business what you do or who you do it with.” At my feigned indifference, his smile widens, and he follows me to my doorstep.
“You’re jealous.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“How about I ask you out?”
“A menage a trois? No, thank you.”
“The date is my dad’s. Come with. Pretty please?” Laughing, he flutters his damn eyelashes.
Now how’s a girl supposed to argue with that?
~ Chapter 13~
Dash
Before I leave Landy home alone, I call the man I hired to confirm he’s close by. Someone tried to kill her and until I find them, I’m not taking any chances.
Knowing she’s safe, I’m able to return to my hotel, take a quick nap, shower, and dress. While I’m buttoning my shirt, my dad stops by.
When we’re finished reviewing tonight’s agenda, he pours himself a drink, and sits down at my kitchenette table. “And how was your day?”
I glance at my watch. “What a shame. No time for chit-chat. We should go.”
“That pilot of yours is a keeper.” He waggles his brows as if I were a teenager, but I shut him down real fast.
“I don’t do relationships.” An untamed lock tries to droop in my face, so I brush it back.
Watching me closely, he raises his glass and sips. “Well, it’s bloody time you did.”
“Says the confirmed bachelor.” I snatch his drink and after I swallow it all down in one gulp, he gives me a dirty look and pours another.
“Just because I cocked up with your mother, doesn’t mean you must follow in my footsteps.” As he no doubt intended, I feel badly for being a shit son and change the subject.
“Let’s focus on our bounty. Then, we can kick back, share mani-pedis, and have a girl’s night out.”
“Smart ass.” My favorite brandy disappears, then he straightens his tie. “How do I look?”
“Like a million bucks.” I snicker at my stupid joke but he one ups me.
“Sorry. I dressed down for the occasion.”
Chuckling, I hand him an earpiece. “You ready?”
After inserting it, he dips his chin to the mic I taped to his chest. “Test, test. Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear. I’ll be at the bar with Landy if anything goes south. Remember, we need better intel to get a leg up on the mob of amateurs.”
“I believe I can handle this, son.” His tone dry, the international thief raises one sardonic brow as I shrug and grab a coat.
“Lack of sleep makes me edgy.”
“Sex would fix you up, right quick.” Standing, he buttons his jacket and pulls on his sleeves, showing off the gold cuff links.
