That couple of seconds of a head start were all that I needed.
I pulled up one street, down another, over and over, getting so many turns away that it wouldn’t be possible for him to track me down.
A little smile tugged at my lips as I finally eased off the accelerator.
As I did, I could feel Caymen’s gaze on my profile. I didn’t even try to hold back the little grin that toyed with my lips.
“What?” I asked.
“Is there anything you do that isn’t sexy as fuck?”
“I don’t look so hot when I’m scrubbing the floor.”
“On your hands and knees? Babe, we both know that ain’t true.”
“That was pretty wild,” I admitted.
“Where the fuck did you learn that? You an ex-cop or something?”
“God, no.”
“Street racer?”
“Nope.”
“If I guess right, you gonna tell me or leave me hanging?”
“My father took driver’s-ed very seriously. It wasn’t good enough to pass the road test. I had to know how to handle all kinds of terrain, in all weather, and in all different kinds of cars.”
“Baby, that wasn’t good driving. That was evasive driving.”
“Like I said… thorough.”
“Where are you heading?”
“Out of Miami,” she said. “Did you catch anything else about the car?”
“When we were spinning out at sixty miles an hour? No, babe, I didn’t catch anything but the streetlights flashing. And maybe my life flashing before my eyes.”
“Please, I had it handled.”
“Your humility is impressive.”
“You wouldn’t be half as intrigued by me if I wasn’t comfortably confident in my abilities.”
“Got me there. You need to get that?” I asked when his phone buzzed.
“My brother,” he said. “I’m fine,” he said as soon as he swiped the screen. “You alright?”
“Seeing the same car whipping up and down the streets. And your bike is still sitting here.”
“We took off in Noa’s car. They rammed us but we got away. They’re probably trying to track us. But we’re on our way out of Miami now. I want you out too, in case you were spotted. Yeah, I know. Did you talk to Huck yet? Okay. I’ll see. Yep. Let you know.”
“Huck is your president.”
“Yeah.”
“He wants to talk to me, doesn’t he?”
