She nodded. “Yes, and I want you to keep talking, even if you feel like arguing again. At least I’ll know you’re still conscious.”
He chuckled lightly. “Oh, believe me, I can definitely do that.”
“Good.” She focused back on wrapping the bandage.
“So, Agent Lawson, did you really think you could outrun that truck?”
Her pretty eyes lifted and met his stare again. “Yes... And call me Whitney.”
“Whitney? That’s really your name?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You don’t look like a Whitney.”
She arched her well-shaped eyebrow. “And how are women with that name supposed to look?”
“Like... a hot babe.” He chuckled weakly.
Laughing, she shook her head. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I skipped thehot babeclass in college and went directly to the more intellectual courses.”
He liked the fact that she enjoyed teasing. He could definitely become used to this. “I’m sorry you didn’t pass those courses. I’m sure they would have made you a better FBI agent.”
The humor of the situation disappeared in her eyes. She scowled and tightened the wrap around his arm. So perhaps he shouldn’t have been so rude.
“For your information, I aced every single class.”
“My apologies. I was trying to joke with you.”
“Whatever.” She moved back and closed the door. Moments later, she climbed in the driver’s seat. “By the way, the bullet passed right through your arm. As long as the bleeding stops, you should be all right.”
“Thanks... Doc.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’m not a doctor.”
“What’s a shortened name for agent?”
“There isn’t one,” she snapped and looked out the window, watching closely as vehicles entered.
She didn’t say much for the next few minutes. Of course, he wasn’t really in the mood for conversation, either. At least he wasn’t bleeding to death.
“You’d probably like to know,” she finally said without looking his way, “that we’re stuck in here now.”
“Why? Are you out of gas?”
When she tossed him another glare, he realized that he enjoyed seeing her temper. It was fun to get her riled.
“No, I’m not out of gas.” She motioned toward the entrance of the parking. “Because now the gunman will be waiting for us to leave.”
“Unless he doesn’t know we’re hiding,” he reasoned.
“Of course, he knows.”
“Why are you so sure?”
She huffed and turned fully to face him. “Because people like the hitman are determined to end your life so that you can’t testify. I’ll bet the hitman is a professional, too, which tells me he’s waiting for us to leave. After about an hour, he might come in looking for us.” She shrugged. “How many SUV’s do you think are parked down here? Especially ones with bullet holes in the side?”
Zack shook his head. “The way I see it, I saved our hides by coming in this underground parking.”
