“Of course, you would,” she answered in a sarcastic tone. “Because you know everything about staying away from the bad guys, right?”
He chuckled, not believing her attitude. “I stand corrected.Youknow everything. After all, you’re the FBI agent.”
Shaking her head, she peered out the window again. “All I know is that we have two options. We either wait here until the hitman comes to find us. Or we steal a vehicle and get out of here. But yet, we can’t do that because it’s against the law.”
“What if you call one of your agent friends to come and rescue us?”
Her back stiffened and she looked over her shoulder at him. “I don’t think so. This is my case, and I’ll get us out of it one way or another.”
Zack didn’t like the tone of her voice. There was a reason she didn’t want to call her agent friends. After all, the FBI agents were supposed to guard each other, weren’t they? The vibes he received from Whitney were not good at all. There was a specific tone of desperation in her voice. Even the look of fright in her eyes didn’t settle well with him.
His heart twisted. Was she in as much trouble as he was? Now he wondered if being with her would be just as dangerous as being followed by a hitman.
Zack was afraid to find out.
THREE
There’d be no livingwith Zack now.
Clenching her teeth in irritation, Whitney glanced across the seat at Zack. They’d only been waiting in the SUV for fifteen minutes before a man and woman walked into the parking garage to pick up their car. Whitney had thought by flashing her FBI badge at them that they would want to help them out. Nope. It was Zack flashing his money – five hundred dollars, to be exact – that convinced these strangers to give them a ride into town. He’d given the excuse that their car broke down, and they couldn’t wait for a tow truck.
The middle-aged couple, Mr. and Mrs. Boatright, were kind people who liked to playfully tease each other. They were friendly, as was Zack, but Whitney just couldn’t open up like Zack had. Thankfully, he never mentioned how rich he was. It was bad enough that Whitney had nearly jeopardized her assignment thanks to that little kissing scene that was now taking over social media.
Zack had given them directions to a townhouse in Manhattan, and it surprised her that these strangers would gladly drive out of their way to take Zack to this place. What people would do for money...
Strange, but the couple didn’t ask about the bloodstains on the arm of Zack’s jacket. Then again, because the leather was black, the stains were hardly recognizable as blood.
Mrs. Boatright peeked in the backseat at Whitney. The curly brunette-haired woman smiled. “How long have you two been married?”
Heat crawled up Whitney’s neck and exploded in her face. Zack glanced at Whitney and chuckled before turning back to the woman.
“We’re not married,” Whitney quickly answered.
Confusion marked the woman’s forehead with wrinkles. Whitney tried to think of something intelligent to say, but for some reason, today was the day her mind had decided not to deal the smart-card in the game of chance going on in her head.
Zack laughed and leaned over to Whitney, grasping her hand in a loving gesture. She sucked in a breath. What was he doing?
