Page 22 of Stealth Mission

He moves to stand beneath the terrace with me. Silently scanning the area until the car pulls up. “You shouldn’t have to be worried. No woman should.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but this, unfortunately, is my life right now.”

Thankfully, I don’t have to explain. We’re moving toward the car. A long, sleek sedan, obviously washed today. Every inch of it is spotless.

Unlike my Land Cruiser. Which I was told not to bring. Thus the need for a ride.

The driver’s door swings wide and a gigantic man in a black suit exits. He also doesn’t talk as he opens the door.Another brooding, silent one.

I hurry forward and climb inside the open rear door, refusing to ponder why none of the guards here ever speak.

Walt rests his arms on the roof, and leans down to look at me. “You going to be alright, babe?”

The word babe hits—a soft punch to the center of my chest.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to get away from here.”

“Can’t blame you.” He stands and says something to the driver that I can’t hear.

When he returns, leaning down again, he smiles. “Mind if I get in?”

Chapter Ten

Choking the life out of my purse, I stare at him with my heart rate spiking. “No, I don’t mind.”

What am I doing?

Sylvester will blow a fuse if he sees. Even though he has no right to act like he does, this is going to make him crazy.

I need to deal with him, but having the man go nuclear and getting my father all wrapped up in it is something I am hoping to avoid.

Things are already bad enough.

Walt says something else to the driver, and slides in the back seat, unbuttoning his suit-coat as he does. With a swift tug, the door thuds closed.

He leans back, reaches up, his strong hands working the knot on his tie. “That’s better. No prying eyes or ears.”

Is it better?

I’m not sure. Where did all the oxygen go?

The space feels tiny now even though it’s a large town car with windows tinted so heavily no one would ever be able to see us.

It's ridiculously intimate.

My body reacts accordingly.

Bells and whistles. Heat and tingles. The whole circus act.

I’m clutching my little blue purse so hard, I can hear my MAC lipstick screaming for mercy. “W-what did you s-say to the driver?”

Nervous, anyone?

“Told him to give me a minute.” He smiles broadly. “He agreed. It’s a man thing. Kind of the opposite of cock-blocking.”

I shake my head and laugh at him. “I don’t understand that at all.”

“Really, he knew I wasn’t a threat to you.”

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