Page 9 of Polestar
“But I can get this one—.”
He grunted, and she moved aside, surprised by his gruff non-verbal order.
She huffed, slid past him, and exited the plane.
They were on another private landing strip with an accompanying office and hangar.
Fine.If Agent Bjornson wanted to be her baggage handler, so be it.
Her conscience pinged her.
What was wrong with her?
He’d helped her last night.Maybe she had awakened shirtless, but she’d also been bundled onto a cot with a blasting space heater while the man had slept on a frikking office chair in a cold room.
Don’t be an asshole, Ana.Get your shit together and mind your manners.
“Thank you,” she said as he approached, exposed biceps flexed, carrying her cases like two shopping bags.
His second grunt sounded something like‘welcome’, but she couldn’t be sure.He didn’t head toward the office door as expected, but veered toward the side of the small building and a parked car.
At the car, he stopped, reached into his pocket, and pressed a button on a universal key fob.Releasing the trunk hatch, he tossed the cases into it and closed it.
Agent Bjornson opened the front door on the left of the vehicle, rounded the car, and got in on the right.
She sighed.He was her chauffeur, too.
Settled in next to him and belted, she leaned toward the door to create more space between them.
She didn’t want any more accidental readings.She couldn’t manage it while she wasn’t in full control of her abilities.“Where are we going?”
“Kane Estate.”
Ana sucked in a breath.
GPSA Headquarters.
This was more important than she thought.
Magnusglancedathispassenger while navigating the car up the long drive toward the manor house.He ignored the circular path, steering the car around the back toward the carriage house’s converted garage.Pressing a button to open the door, he parked the car, retrieved Agent Ortega’s baggage, and led the way through the back halls of the house.
Ortega’s heels clicked a staccato behind him as she kept pace with his long strides.
Mentally, he grumbled over her sharp accusations about the integrity of his flight skills.
He quashed the temptation to lengthen his strides and increase his pace.
Thankfully, she maintained her silence.
“Magnus!Give the girl a break!”Agent Raya Burns’ voice echoed up the hall.“You’re making her run a marathon in heels with the pace you’re setting, man.”
Magnus halted, swinging around, narrowly missing Ortega with the life-size suitcases, to see Burns’ head poking out of a side room they’d just passed.
“No worries… Burns… I can keep up.Good to see you again, by the way… And thanks for the replacement shoes,” Ortega said between gasps.
Magnus rolled his eyes, set the luggage down, and backtracked to speak to Burns.“Maeda?”
“Kane’s office,” Burns said to Magnus.Her gaze swung back to Ortega.“They fit?”
