He’s obviously dangerous and obviously not the man I want to be testing myself with.
I’ll mess with him until he gets me go, but I’ll do it from a distance.
I’ve not even finished my coffee or my thought when the guy comes to find me in the small upstairs library of his safe house. “Get up, we’re changing location,” he demands.
I perk up, instantly curious. “We’re leaving here?”
“I certainly don’t want to stay here. There aren’t even decent coffee beans,” he says.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Just get up, I don’t have all day. Let’s get going,” he says.
“Jeez, no need to be so rude about it, drill sergeant. You know, I don’t even know your name. You didn’t even have the decency to introduce yourself,” I huff.
“I guess I like to remain mysterious,” he muses, his lips curling into that gorgeous smile again.
“Whatever, Ranger. That’s what I’m calling you from now on.”
“Ranger? I guess I can live with that. Come on,Pixie, let’s go,” he says, waving his hand around.
“Pixie?” I blurt out.
“Yes, tiny little pixie. Fierce but utterly defenseless,” he says dangerously.
“Pixies bite, you know. And they cause a lot of trouble for people. You shouldn’t underestimate a pixie!”
“Oh, I don’t plan to.”
We’re back in his car, and I’m on full alert, waiting for any opportunity that might arise for me to escape. At least we’re out of that Fort Knox lockdown place. Out here, it’s just one car door between me and freedom.
A car door that won’t open from the inside, but this man just has to make one mistake, and I’ll be gone.
“Don’t you have to stop for gas?” I ask, peering at his dashboard. He reaches out and pushes me back into my seat.
“Plenty of gas,” he says blandly.
“How far are we driving?” I ask.
“As far as we need to.” His curt reply annoys me.
When he pulls up at the airport, my throat is tight with stress. “I’m not going to Milwaukee,” I state, grabbing onto the car’s door handle, this time to stop him from being able to drag me out instead of trying to escape.
There is a massive private jet parked right in front of where we’ve stopped.
Ranger climbs out of the car and slams his door, walking around to mine.
I scramble over the seat and grab his door, kicking it open and spilling from the car. As soon as my feet are on the ground, I’m running.
But he’s fucking fast. Shockingly fast.
And in a flash, he has me flung over his shoulder and he’s carrying me like a sack of potatoes.
I scream, and he laughs as he climbs the steps to board the jet.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Radev, will you and your, um, guest be wanting refreshments for the flight?” an older man asks, nodding a polite greeting.
“Yes, some decent coffee, and you can bring us two burgers? I’m starving.”
