His heart swelled in his chest.Happiness made his skin tingle and his dick twitch.Someone who had done all the stuff he had didn’t get a happy ending.The world wouldn’t be right if he did.
When had he ever bothered to consider what was just in this world?
Why should he start now?
Fink had spent most of his life living in the moment.The past couldn’t be changed.There was no use in worrying about it.He had no control over the future.So, another task off his plate.
All he had was this moment.Right here.Right now.
So why was he in his head about this?
If it was wrong to bring her there, then so be it.If his world collapsed around him because he got hung up on some random woman with a smile that made his heart sing and hips that drove him mad, oh well.He had a good run.
Whether she turned out to be an undercover agent hired to bring him down, or a rival contract killer on a mission to kill him, he’d accept his fate.For now, he had this moment.
Peace.
Sydney made him happy.It didn’t happen often.Fink should stop, take a breath, and enjoy their time together while it lasted.He would appreciate it for what it was—bliss in the presence of another human being.No matter if fleeting.
If enjoying Sydney meant the end, no one could take this moment from him.He had it for the rest of his life.No matter how short or long that was.
33
Sydney
Groaning,Sydneyranherhand along her stiff neck.Sleeping in the passenger seat of an F-150 was nearly impossible.Somehow, she’d managed.She fluttered her eyelids as she strained to wake up.
“What time is it?”she asked as she raised her arms and stretched the best she could.
“Nearly noon,” Fink replied.
His voice was rough.Not quite gravelly, but it reflected the drowsiness of someone who had been awake for too long.
She glanced around, noting the colorful foliage.The leaves had turned from their glorious green to vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red.It was a sight to behold, but the wrong one.Not that she’d traveled the roads Fink had taken often, but these didn’t look like them.Glimpsing a license plate or two, she furrowed her brows.
“Why are we in Massachusetts?”Or near it.That was in the opposite direction from where they were supposed to go.“Did we get another contract?”
“No.”He cracked his neck.“Just passing through.”
Where were they going?He said home.Hadn’t he?From what she could tell, this wasn’t the way to her place.
Shifting her attention toward Fink, she studied the strain on his painted face.“Should we switch?I can drive.”
He shook his head.
“Maybe a potty break?”she suggested.
“Do you have to go?”he asked, flicking his gaze toward her for a moment.
While her bladder was full, she could wait a little longer, but that wasn’t the point.If she did her math correctly, getting to the organ drop-off spot had taken an hour, meaning he’d been driving nearly six hours.They certainly should stop for him—not only her.
“Yes.”
He frowned.“We have about an hour and a half to go.You can’t hold it?”
He needed to rest.She wanted him to get out and stretch.Being hunched over the wheel for that long couldn’t be good for him.He should stop.“Not really.”
With a flick of his wrist, his blinker clicked.“You can pop a squat over there.”He pointed to shoulder of the highway.
