Page 134 of Positively Pricked
I shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know."
"I'll take that as a yes."
Probably, I was lucky. After all, if I were going to quit, I'd be ten times smarter to do itafterwe returned back home. I just prayed that when that day came, I'd have a clearer idea of what was going on.
In the end, I didn't bother arguing. Instead, I looked toward the door to my hotel room. "Fine. Whatever. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got plans."
"Yeah?" He frowned. "With who?"
Myself, that's who.But employer or not, that was none of his business, so all I said was, "No one you know."
It wasn't even a lie. The way I saw it, Zane didn't know me at all. And I sure as heck didn't know him. But Ididknow one thing. He wasn't thrilled with my answer. It was written all over his face.
Yeah? Well, so what?
Deliberately, I stepped around him and tried not take any satisfaction from the fact that nearly a minute later, he was still standing in the same spot, watching me as I opened my hotel room door and slipped inside without so much as a wave.
When I poked my head out five minutes later, he was gone.
Good.
