"Whatever," he mutters. "Why do you need to get to Omoa? There isn't a lot there."
"My buddy from the Marines lives there. He can get Naomi a passport. I have mine, but it's best if I get a new one, too, so Interpol can't track me."
"Where are you going once you have it?"
"Haven't decided yet."
And you are on a need-to-know basis and you don't need to know.
I may not have all the answers, and I have no reason not to trust Darien regarding Naomi's safety. He appears to have her best interests in mind, but something in my gut doesn't trust the guy. But I'm not sure if it's my jealousy of their history or a legitimate concern.
His eyes narrow into slits. "Kind of an important detail, don't you think?"
"I'll figure it out once we get out of Belize."
"So, you're going to take Naomi out of the country, and then what? You're going to be on the run all the time?"
And now you're an asshole.
No, he isn't. He's right.
"Hopefully not."
"Hopefully?" he seethes. "What kind of plan is that?"
"Darien," Naomi cries out.
He turns to her. "No. You can't just be on the run for the rest of your life. That isn't any way to live."
"We don't have a choice right now," I tell him.
"You don't have a choice?" he spurts, his face red.
"No, we don't," I insist, getting angrier by the moment.
Keep your cool, Andre.
He steps closer. "Naomi deserves more than an unstable environment."
I cross my arms. "Yeah, I get that, but we aren't dealing with normal issues right now."
"It's not safe for her to be on the run."
"We need to leave so I can keep her safe."
"So,youcan keep her safe?"
"Yeah, me."
His voice gets louder, and he motions to Naomi. "You call her current state safe?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Look at her!"
I glance at Naomi then back at him. "What about her?"
He points to her legs. "She looks like she got attacked. What happened?"