Page 66 of The Betrayer
Rita huffed a laugh but let me take her coat and help her into it.
“Is there something wrong with being a little traditional sometimes? I promise I know you can do it yourself,” I teased.
“I guess I’m not used to guys my age showing me the courtesy,” Rita replied, the old door creaking as she had to put some force into yanking it open.
“I’m not old.” I chuckled as we headed out.
I felt her gaze on me for a moment, but for once, she didn’t reply. Her lack of response said more about what she thought on the subject than any words would have.
“I’m middle-aged,” I insisted, following her down the stairway.
“I’ll go with that,” was the bright reply as Rita greeted a neighbor passing us on their way up.
“Gee, thanks.”
Rita shot me a mischievous grin over her shoulder as she opened the front apartment door. Then she stopped when she realized the sleek black sedan at the curb was waiting for us, my driver once again waiting by the open door.
“Is that for us?”
“Of course.” I flashed her a grin, gesturing for her to precede me into the back of the black car.
“Fancy.” Rita’s word was irreverent, but I could see a sparkle in her eye as she eyed the plush interior and tinted windows. She wasn’t hesitant to get in, either.
“Only the best.” I chuckled and followed her inside, and my driver shut the door.
Chapter 27
Paul
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IJIGGLED MY PHONEin my hand as I glanced out the car window. We were inching forward in the worst traffic in a long time, a red trail of headlights stretching in front of us as far as I could see.
“Can’t you take another route?” I asked my driver, leaning forward as though he would somehow hear me better even though he was in the same car.
“Sorry, sir. There’s some sort of function going on tonight, so half the roads are blocked off. We should still be there on time.”
