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“Thanks.” He rolled down the window and tossed the device.
“Oh my god!” she cried. “Are you insane?”
“Nope. Just doing my job.”
“Do me a favor and quit,” she shot back.
“Trust me, honey. I’ve already considered that.”
He didn’t lift his gaze to the rearview mirror. Last thing he needed was to worry about her plotting his death.
CHAPTER 3
Savannah steered hergaze to the car window. The afternoon sun didn’t filter through the tint, and she craved to feel its warmth on her face. To have something calm the rage mounting inside her.
It was ridiculous that she’d let Toth evoke such strong feelings, and she’d be damned if she let him see how he affected her more than she already had.
She’d never been shot at before. Growing up, she’d had many altercations with people on the streets who wanted revenge against her dad or just to screw with a Sinners daughter. Not to mention the threats her father had received over the years. But this... this was the first time anyone had ever gotten close enough to carry out their threat.
Taking a breath through her nose, she watched the cars whiz by and took stock of her body. Her head pounded, and the sharp throbbing at her temples made her want to stretch out on the seat. A burning sensation on her knees caught her attention. She shifted her legs and glanced down. Dirt peppered the raw skin, and she gently flicked away teeny stones.
“You hurt?”
The sound of Toth’s smooth, uberconfident voice should have set her off again, but the gentle question softened her a bit.
Of course, he didn’treallycare. Probably just worried she’d gotten hurt under his supervision.
“I’m fine. Just a couple of scrapes.” She repositioned her feet on the floor. “Now that you threw away my phone you can tell me where you’re taking me.”
“Your dad asked me to get you out of town for a week,” he said matter-of-factly, as if they hadn’t just been shot at. Realization dawned.
One week of hell.
He’d been referring to being her watchdog. Renewed anger tickled her neck, but instead of making a smart-ass comment to let him know she’d figured out the meaning of his statement, she shrugged. “Ah, well,” she said flatly. “You can forget that. My dad will be at his warehouse. Take me there.”
“I was given specific instructions.”
She leaned forward in her seat. “Unless you want me to tell my father you got handsy with me, I suggest you followmyorders.”
Silence filled the car like a missile leveling out a battlefield.
A slew of curses came next. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
She sat back in the seat as he took the next exit, and satisfaction wriggled her lips into a smile. She’d won this round.
Now all she had to do was convince her father not to ship her off with this ape.
***
Infuriating. No, theprissy little shit in the back seat was beyond that. Diabolical. He gripped the base of the steering wheel to stop himself from smacking the dashboard or doing something equally unprofessional.
Just keep your mouth shut.
He wouldn’t get into a fight with her. But fuck. He’d been in worse situations in the Marines, situations where he’d come close to losing his shit, yet somehow dealing with Savannah was more trying. All he had to do was keep his head down, not fuck her sexy little body, and not let her get a rise out of him. Even if she’d just threatened to tell her father he’d assaulted her. That was next level. Jesus. A statement like that would get his hands chopped off—at best.
He glanced at the rearview mirror again. A smug smile hung on her lips. Well, better a frustrating client than a dead one. A dead client was bad for business. That’s how he had to think from now on. This was nothing more than a job. Nothing personal.
Although he should be getting paid extra for threats and belligerence.