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“Has to be.” He nodded at her legs. “You’re shaky. Can you walk to my car?” he asked, gesturing to the SUV she’d refused only minutes before. Impatience made his words curt.
She stiffened but didn’t let go. “I’m fine.”
He straightened to a crouched position so he could scan the street and sidewalk. “Move. Now.” He pulled Savannah to her feet and shielded her head under his elbow, keeping her tight against his side. She didn’t protest and scurried next to him—in those damn neck-breaking heels that painted all kinds of lust-filled images in his brain.
He reached the rear passenger door and flung it open. He shut it after she slid inside, then climbed in the driver’s seat. With Savannah safely behind the bulletproof exterior, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Turning the key in the ignition, he glanced in his rearview mirror.
“Wait.” Savannah’s shrill voice made him tap the brake before he could ease into traffic.
The blaring of sirens grew louder by the second.
“What?”
“We can’t just leave Lach.”
Toth flexed his hand around the steering wheel. “Sorry, honey. I was hired for you, not your brother. Besides, cops are on their way. He’ll get out of there.” He merged into the driving lane and accelerated.
Leather crinkled. He glanced in the mirror to find Savannah’s fierce green eyes staring at him.
“Don’t call me honey,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “And—”
“And nothing. Sit back and put on your seatbelt.”
She scoffed. “I’m not a child.”
“Then stop acting like one. Someone just tried to fucking shoot you. How about we use some common sense?”
If looks could kill, he’d have burned on the spot.
Savannah’s nostrils flared, only accentuating the cuteness of her small nose.
No. Notcute, you idiot.
Pissy? Yeah.Sexy as fuck? Also yeah.
Cutewas dangerous.Cutewas the type of adjective that would make him do stupid shit. He pulled his attention back to the road and his neck tensed as he waited for her to whack something into the side of his head.
She must have realized the danger in that, as he pulled safely onto the interstate. The soft click of her seatbelt assured him she was restrained.
“Where are we going?” she spat with disdain.
He glanced over his shoulder, taking in her flushed cheeks and folded arms, then refocused on the road.
At least he didn’t have to worry about her being shot or injured. No way she was bleeding out in the back seat with that much fire in her cheeks.
“Can’t tell you. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Oh, how charming,” she said mockingly.
“Nothing romantic about it. We need to be careful. Someone could be listening in through your phone.” He lifted his palm. “Pass it over.”
She snorted. “Hell no. What is this, a kidnapping?”
“Sure. If kidnappers normally save people’s lives.”
She mumbled something unintelligible under her breath then slapped her cell phone into his hand.