Chapter Twelve
Skylar
“I don’t know what Grohl has told you, but you will have more freedom here,” the man, Tom, tells us.
“Freedom, how?” Justice asks as he stands next to me.
“You are free to roam here. We have no worries of Mr. Bana finding you here, seeing as he doesn’t travel out of the states,” he explains. My jaw drops. Where the hell are we then?
“Um, out of the states?”
“Yes, ma’am. He doesn’t travel,” Tom repeats.
“Where exactly are we?” I ask this time as Justice eyes the man.
“Sanxenxo, Spain.” My mouth drops open. No fucking way. No way. There is no possible way we are in Spain. I shake my head when Justice speaks.
“Excuse me? We’re in Spain?”
“Yes, sir. You have money, new IDs, and the use of a vehicle.”
“We don’t have to sit inside all day?” I ask quickly, hoping like hell he says the right thing.
“No, ma’am. You are free to go out as long as you check in with us while away,” he says, and my heart leaps in my throat. We don’t have to be locked in the hotel anymore. That’s a start!
“You’ll both have an emergency phone that I ask you to keep with you. Use it for only that, an emergency. My number, as well as a few others, are programmed into the phone. We do ask that you stay together and not wander off alone.”
“Is that all?” Justice asks.
“Yes, sir. This is a tourist community. You should fit in nicely. I don’t anticipate any issues while you’re here, but just in case,” he says, passing us each one of the phones. I look down at it in my hand, wishing I could call Christy but knowing I can’t. I hate she doesn’t know anything, and it eats me alive.
“Thank you,” Justice tells him as the man turns to leave. Justice then turns to me, a smirk on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“We’re in fucking Spain, Justice. Spain!” I snap at him. He chuckles and slides the phone into his pocket before walking closer to me. He pulls me into his arms and breathes in my scent before groaning.
“You smell so good,” he mumbles.
“We’re in Spain,” I remind him. He laughs once more.
“I heard. And I plan on wining and dining you while we’re here.”
“Have you been here before?” I ask him.
“No. I haven’t, but I’ve heard it’s a beautiful place.” I nod my head, having heard the same, but I never thought I’d actually be here. I never once thought I’d be in Spain of all places.
“Should we really have a good time when someone wants me dead?” I ask.
He chuckles before responding, “He wants me dead, not you. And yes, you should. We’re far enough away from him, so you shouldn’t have any worries.”
“And you’re just okay with this? The fact that we were flown to Spain of all places?”
“I don’t have a choice in the matter. They’re doing what they think is best for us. If they think that it’s Spain, then here is where we’ll stay until the threat is eliminated.”
“I have a life, Justice.”
“I know you do, and again, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get involved in any of this,” he says.