“Are we going inside anytime soon or do you just plan to stand here some more?”
That voice cracked open my eyes, wiping away my once-in-a-lifetime smile. Agent Reyes was waiting for me when I twisted my neck his way, glaring at me through his sunglasses over the hood of his car.
“You can go in first. I need to stretch my legs some.”
Reyes' expression remained impassive. “Thought you needed to use the bathroom?”
“I do. Just want to stretch my legs first.”
He waited, his dark shades disguising any reaction he had. He just stood there like some stoic, sunglass-wearing, no-nonsense asshole.
“Fine.” He peeled off his sunglasses, tucking them into the collar of his shirt. “Let’s walk around.”
He caught my eye over his car when I didn’t move, popping one of his thick brows up at me. The action pulsed through my body like a slap, the arrogant-as-fuck smirk sitting pretty on his lips taunting my brittle temper.
“I don’t exactly think I need a babysitter to walk around a gas station, do I?” I challenged.
“Actually, you do,” he replied smoothly.
Well, fuck.
“Fine.”
I’ll pee. Then I’ll find a way out.
I hurried along the sidewalk up to the see-through doors of the gas station with Agent Reyes hot on my trail. I made a reach to open the door, but was cut off by his hand that got there first, peeling the door open for me to walk through.
I threw him a nasty look over my shoulder. “I can open my own doors, dipshit.”
He recoiled like I’d spat in his face, the chiseled curves of it rearranging with a dramatic eye roll. “Jesus Christ, I pity the next guy who tries to pull your chair out for you.”
“Why do you have to assume it’s a guy?” At that, he handed me his first sincere look of the trip.
“Is it not?”
Shrugging, I passed him into the building. “It’s been both. Careful about assuming, Agent.”
I actually hadn’t dated many people at all. Fucked a lot, sure. But dated? I could count those slim numbers on each cherry-colored fingernail I had on one hand. My romantic sweet spot wasn’t in relationships.
Fuck buddies, I could do.
“Your dad know about your team hopping?” Agent Reyes asked as we meandered through the aisles of package wrapped foods.
“Do you think my dad knows or cares about anything in my life if it doesn’t come across his desk?”
As we got in line for the one and only unisex bathroom in the whole place, Reyes dared to look smug. “Your daddy issues run deep, hm?”
That self-satisfied smile working up his mouth was so goddamn mocking. I decided right then and there that nothing had ever looked so ugly on such a classically handsome man.
“Fuck off,” I spat just as the door to the bathroom jammed open.
A burly man walked out, the stench of weed following him. I blew through the smell and into the bathroom, locking myself in and spinning around, hoping to see a low-reaching window.
That hope died inside of me so quickly, I was immediately jealous.
The bathroom was four walls of putrid and not a single way out. Huffing a sigh, my shoulders slumped, and I held back a scream.
Like I said, dying was complicated.