“I insist,” Moreno says. His tone holds authority.
It’s not that I have an issue with Sawyer. He seems like a nice enough guy, but I don’t want to ride back to the cabin with him and have to chit chat. Or worse, dead awkward silence.
“If anyone needs a second set of eyes and someone watching their back, it’s you. If Nova’s with you, that’s where the guard needs to be.” He has to see my point.
He stalls, but he doesn’t look pleased. “Fine, but you’re heading straight back to the house.”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m going to head back and take a nap.”
“All right.” He doesn’t look pleased, but he ran into me after I snuck out. Was that a coincidence?
I doubt it.
Knowing Moreno, he has a bodyguard hidden around a tree, and I just haven’t spotted him.
I wave to Nova as they dart across the street to the ice cream shop while I head in the opposite direction of my car.
Turning the corner, I shove my hand into my purse, digging out my keys, head down in front of my car.
Tires squeal, and I glance up to see a black SUV coming to an abrupt halt beside my vehicle.
Two armed men with guns leap out of the vehicle and grab me before I can run. “You’re coming with us,” one of them says. He’s short and balding with a huge nose.
I don’t recognize him.
I don’t recognize either of the men shoving me into the backseat. The other man seated in the back makes my skin crawl.
“Vance,” I whisper, remembering him from our previous encounter at the club and hiring me at the agency.
“I’m glad I make a lasting impression.”