“Away. In case you haven’t noticed, my rental was blown to bits,” she points to the wreckage near the clearing. A table-sized chunk of dirt crashed through the windshield of the compact car, making a huge mess. It wasn’t drivable.
“And?”
“And, I have to get back to D.C.”
“You said that. But you didn’t explain it.”
She slams the door in my face, throws the truck in gear, then peels out, sending more dirt showering over me.
Flint is suddenly standing beside me. He claps me on the back and nearly knocks me to the ground again. “Those Saber sisters. I think it’s the passion in their blood. It’s a hell of a time getting through their defenses, but once you do….”
I’m glad he doesn’t finish the statement because I don’t want to think about Celia Saber-Mendota and whatever it is she does with her husband.
I do understand what he’s saying, though.
Camellia is dealing with something dangerous. A wise man would walk away. But I’ve never been accused of being smart when it comes to that woman.
“Can you give me a lift into town?” I ask Flint.
The grin that breaks out on his face makes me want to punch him, and I’m not even sure why.
“Sure thing, man,” Flint nudges me to his SUV. “I think I have a great idea where she’s going, too.”
“How can you know that?”
Flint snickers. “Tattooed mofo who’s a better tracker than me. C’mon.”
