Page 58 of Garrison's Creed

“You’re working with Titan. I’m hands off until further notice.”

“What if I promise to kiss and tell?”

“Would you?” There was a pause, and she could feel Beth weighing the pros and cons of the dirty details. “Then yes. I’m there.”

“Meet me for lunch in Tyson’s Corner in an hour.”

“Done.”

She clicked off the phone and went to find Cash. How did she end up at the Titan retreat without a ride? One mistake after another.

Clearing her throat, she grabbed his attention. “Cash, I need to borrow your truck.”

He laughed. “Try again.”

She turned toward Roman. His brow furrowed. “Don’t even think about asking. I’m not getting into it with either of you.”

Shit.It’s not like a taxi was going to pick her up in where-ever-the-hell-Virginia. “Damn it, Cash.”

He smiled, knowing he was her only option, and she hated it. “I’ll drive ya. Where we going, Nic?”

If he would hand over the damn keys, everything would go easier. Maybe she could find them in his room. “Wearen’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah, guess that’s true. I stay. You stay. We all get to stay.” He flopped on the couch next to Rocco, who was watching the latest installment of their drama. “If you change your mind, I’ll be here.” He turned to Roman. “Hey, man. Throw me another biscuit.”

Roman chucked the biscuit across the room, and out of nowhere, Winters’s dog nabbed it mid-flight. Roman tried again, successfully.

How did anyone put up with these men?Her foot tapped, and her mind ran the gamut of getaway vehicles, but she turned up nothing. Damn Cash.

“All right. Let’s go.”

“While I drive, I’ll explain Sugar, and you’ll listen.” He didn’t look at her. His voice was even and bored. Rocco, on the other hand, wasn’t bored, and Cash didn’t look at the man’s head slinging back and forth between them. “Those are my terms. Take it or leave it. But I don’t think you’ll find someone willing to risk their life and give you a ride.”

Risk their life? Come on, Cash!

She dropped her head back and huffed. Mark today down as the most unprofessional day of her life. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

Rocco laughed. “You two are great. When are you coming back?”

“Shut it, Roc.” Roman didn’t like the theatrics at all. Nic didn’t either. Maybe it was a family thing.

***

Trapped again in his truck with Nicola proved to be much different from the night before. There wasn’t that would-they-wouldn’t-they vibe.

Nope.

Now it was nothing but hold-your-breath-and-hang-on kind of tension, and it still made him want to beat his head against the steering wheel.

“Where to, Nic?”

“Tyson’s Corner.”

“Got it.” He rolled out of Winters’s driveway. “Sugar. Let’s just get that over with.”

“I don’t care.” She shrugged and tugged at her hair.

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