“This is not the time for your lame ass jokes, Ice. Tell me I am not seeing what I think I’m fucking seeing.”
“Uh, what do you think you’re seeing?” Sloane asked.
“Soraya fucking Whitiker, that’s what I think I’m seeing.” Flint glanced back at the window again then threw his hands up in the air. “Jesus Christ, Ice. What thefuck? Please tell me you did not kidnap that fucking woman.”
“Umm…”
“Fuck!” Flint exploded. He strode back to the rest of the team, shouting and cursing and waving his hands in the air. Then he came back again. “You have got thirty seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on before I arrest your ass.”
“She’s my mate,” Sloane said quickly.
“So youkidnappedher?”
“I had no choice,” Sloane defended himself. “She was out with a date and she asked me to leave. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just go and risk never seeing her again.”
Flint scrubbed a hand over his face. “I swear to God, this team is gonna be the goddamn death of me.”
“Look, I just need a couple of hours alone with her,” Sloane said. “She was listening to me and I’m sure I’m getting through to her. I just need some more time alone with her. Please, just give me a couple of hours, and then I’ll take her home myself.”
“You got an hour,” Flint said. “And no more. And this is not coming back to bite me on the ass. You get in trouble over this and I’m gonna deny all knowledge. Understand me?”
Sloane nodded. “Thanks, Flint.”
He watched as Flint shook his head then headed back to the others, muttering to himself all the way.
“Hey, Ice? Congratulations!” Ted shouted.
A grin spread across Sloane’s face. “Thanks!”
After they’d pulled away and headed back down the lane, Sloane let himself back into the house.
Ray was blinking across at him, eyes wide. “Where did they go?”
Sloane frowned. “Uh, they left.”
“What?” She sank down heavily on the sofa. “I thought they were here to rescue me.”
“Oh, no,” Sloane said. “They were here to pick me up for work.”
