Barry finished zipping up his bag when there was a soft knock on the door before Mac let herself in.
Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she wore a black short-sleeved shirt and skin tight stretchy yoga pants with white shoes.
He rose an arched eyebrow at her footwear choice.“I don’t have black shoes,” she explained.
This wouldn’t do.White shoes would stand out like a beacon.
“Take them off,” he ordered instead of asking.
Mac looked like she wanted to protest, then seemed to remember he’d stipulated not to argue.Mac toed off the shoes and bent over to pick them up.Barry diverted his gaze lest he get distracted by her slim legs and want to drag the material off and bury himself deep inside of her until she screamed his name in pleasure.
Mac held them out pinched between her finger and thumb.Barry grabbed them and went to the bathroom, filling up a cup of water and heading outside.He found a small dirt patch and poured the water onto the ground, making it muddy.
He rubbed her shoes in it and smeared it with his hand until they were caked in mud and hardly any white could be seen.He turned around to see Mac standing in the doorway, staring at him in horror.
“Now no one will see us,” he told her, handing them back to her before walking past her to grab his bag.He turned around; Mac was still standing there in shock, holding her shoes.
“If I knew you were going to do that, I would have worn my brown shoes.”
Well, she should have done that instead of bringing white.Or called and asked.“It’s mud.It will wash off.Let’s go.”
Barry didn’t acknowledge her scowl as he walked past her.She hastily put her shoes on as she followed him to the car.
“So how are you planning on breaking the window?”
Being on the eighth floor, it wasn’t going to be easy to get to the window, but Barry had a plan.“Very carefully.”
Barry could feel Mac rolling eyes.“There’s a grove of palm trees near that side of the building where Miles’s office is.I’m going to get a coconut and hit the window with it.”
“Is that enough to shatter it?”
“Tempered glass is built to break not shatter.”
“You seem to know a lot about glass,” she mumbled under her breath.
He had shot through a number of windows over the years.One or two had been at a hotel, so he knew how they were built.“Regardless, if the window is broken, he’ll have to replace it.We need something to break it but not enough to let on it was done on purpose.”
Barry pulled over before the turn off into the hotel entrance instead of past it, just in case someone was watching the road.Barry shut off the engine and half turned in the seat to look at Mac.“Remember what I said.”Barry felt the necessity to repeat himself because this was important; once they were out of the car, any mistakes could be fatal.
“Listen to you, don’t argue,” she parroted.Barry pulled the keys from the ignition and handed them to her.“What’s this for?”she asked but didn’t take them.
“Just in case something goes wrong, I want you to leave.Get in the car and drive.”
“And leave you behind?”she questioned, her voice filled with horror.
“Yes, I’d rather be caught than you.”He would gladly sacrifice himself for her.He could easily get away too if captured, but not if he was worried about Mac.He’d rather her safe and able to continue saving her sharks then in the hands of these people.
“I’d rather none of us get caught.”
“I’m not planning on it, but I want you to be prepared to run if you have to.I need you to be okay to do that, Mac, or you’re waiting in the car here.”
“We couldn’t have had this conversation at the hotel,” she muttered under her breath.
“Your promise, Mac.”He wasn’t willing to let her out of the car until he had it.
Mac took a deep breath and looked forlornly into his eyes.“I promise.”
“Good, no more talking from here on out.If you need to get my attention, tap me on the shoulder.If you see anything, tap three times on the side you see them.And like I said, you see trouble, just go.”
