Page 7 of Unexpected Complication

I sighed. “Yes. You’ll be alive.” I pushed the tray toward her. “Here. You must be hungry.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Wait. I thought his name was Carlo.”

Shit—I’d let that slip.

I shrugged. “Think of Sean as a nickname. He uses Carlo professionally.”

“I don’t know your name.”

I sighed, unsure what that had to do with eating a sandwich. “My name is Cian.”

“Cian? Your parents not like you or something?”

I rolled my eyes.

“So, Cian…” She paused. “Is that the name you use professionally as well?”

“No. I go by Anthony.”

She snorted. “How original. Tony the hit man.”

I glared at her and pushed the plate closer with the edge of the gun. “Eat the sandwiches, Skylar.”

“No.”

I was truly perplexed. “Why? I know you’re hungry.”

She sniffed. “You probably drugged them. God knows what you’ll do once I’m immobilized.”

I bit back a laugh. “They’re not drugged. And I told you. Nothing’s going to happen to you while you’re with me.”

“Why should I believe you?”

I nudged the plate again. “Nothing will happen to you. Eat.”

Her stubborn little chin stuck out even farther. “No.”

“Sean will be so hurt. He made these for you himself.”

“If you’re so worried about his feelings, eat them yourself.”

I lifted the plate. “Pick one.”

“What?”

“Pick one, and I’ll eat it to prove there’s nothing wrong with them. Then you can eat the rest.”

I could see her wavering. I knew she had to be hungry.

“It could be a trick.”

I slammed down the plate in exasperation. “How can it be a trick, Skylar? I don’t know which one you’ll pick!”

“You could be betting against the odds,” she insisted.