Zack’s grin stretched wider across his mouth. He couldn’t believe how much he looked forward to that moment.
FIVE
Whitney had never beenmore nervous in her life. And she’d been through a lot of scary situations with the FBI. But being alone with Zack scared her more than she could imagine. She didn’t want to admit how good-looking he was or how she had a very hard time ignoring his magnificent chest, which was what had gotten them into that argument.
Zack hadn’t been flirting with her, but instead, he teased her. For some reason, he knew how much his nearness bothered her, and the irritating man just rubbed it in. Zack Greyson was one fine specimen of a man, and yet, she couldn’t stand him.
Well actually, she didn’twantto tolerate him.
After lunch they had washed dishes together without talking. She hated the uncomfortable silence between them. She’d rather be arguing with him.
He flopped down on the couch and stretched his legs to rest his bare feet on the coffee table in front of him. Automatically, his gaze moved to her. Uncomfortable by his scrutiny, she moved to the big picture window and pulled back the curtains just enough to peek outside.
The afternoon sun brightened up the street. A few children rode bikes down the street. One woman wearing skin-tight spandex gym gear, jogged on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. One man walked his dog, having to stop every five steps because the animal found yet another place tomark his territory.
Up and down the street, the townhouses all resembled the one that they were in. This was a pretty ritzy neighborhood, and because she was raised with a mother who always wanted the best things in life, Whitney knew how pricey these townhouses were.
“So, you don’t think we should stay here?” Zack said, breaking the silence.
Sighing, she turned away from the window and took slow steps toward him. “Actually, I don’t. You’re somewhere that’s familiar. This is your mother’s house, and I’m quite sure if the hitman knows about you or your family, he’ll be able to find this place.”
“How long do you think we have to relax before moving on?”
Stopping by a heavily cushioned mauve chair, she shrugged. “I wish I knew.”
“What if we stay here tonight and left early in the morning.”
“I suppose we can do that. I’ll keep watch out the window to make sure we don’t have midnight visitors.”
He cocked his head. “Do you really think that’s necessary?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Fine.” He blew out fast breath. “So, if we can’t stay here, where do you think we should go?”
She gave him a small smile. “I’ve been thinking about that since we arrived. I know this place in Maine that’s in the country. It’s miles from town, and we’ll be able to hide perfectly there. But...” She moved her gaze slowly over his face and hair, knowing that unless he changed his appearance, he was going to stick out no matter where they went. There was no doubt about it. She needed to convince him this was the only way to stay hidden.
