her?”
Leigh nodded as she started the engine. “She called while you were in the bathroom. She compiled that list for us and sent it ks aRoman">L.”
“Great. Now we need to print it off and then get rid of your phone.”
She didn’t argue about throwing away her expensive phone, which proved that she had at least some understanding of the danger they faced. Part of him wished she wasn’t so smart, because at least that way she wouldn’t have to be afraid. Still, he’d take her frightened and alive over oblivious and dead any day of the week.
“Does that mean you’re not looking to leave me behind?” she asked.
“For now.”
“I almost thought I’d come out of the bathroom to find the car hot-wired and you long gone.”
“I considered it, but those tracking devices—or whatever that second thing was—lead right here. No way would I leave you alone for someone to find.”
“That was considerate of you.” He could practically hear her rolling her eyes as she spoke.
Clay ignored the sarcasm and opened the map he’d found tucked in her glove compartment while searching for trackers. “Looks like there’s a decent-sized town up ahead about twenty miles. They’ll probably have a library or print shop we can use.”
He turned up the heat for her and scoured the map for a safe place to leave her—with or without the information the intruder had given her—somewhere Mira would find her but no one else would.
Once he got his hands on the list Mira had sent, he could retrace his steps and figure out where the hell he’d been going during those blackouts—especially the one the night before last.
Clay really wanted to know who he’d killed. And why.
Chapter Nine
L eigh could tell Clay was making plans to ditch her. She could see it in the way he refused to meet her gaze and his slight anxious fidgeting with the map. His body was so tense she could practically feel the vibration of his muscle fibers traveling through the air.
Rather than confront him about it and warn him she knew, she kept quiet, figuring out how to outsmart him. The only thing she could think to do was to make herself valuable enough that he didn’t leave her the first chance he got.
She had to be a part of this. She couldn’t trust that anyone else would want to find a way to save her brother as much as she did. If she failed this time, there might never be another chance, and despite what Clay thought, he wasn’t able to do this on his own—not when he was always only one step away from turning into that empty, vacant husk of a man, willing to hurt whoever was in his path.
Leigh’s jaw still ached from where he’d grabbed her, and the bruises were ugly, but none of that mattered. If that was the price she had to pay for Garrett’s freedom, it was a small one.
< ns aRo">LWhatever it took, no matter how dangerous things got, she owed her brother for everything he’d given up for her. Finding a way to ingratiate herself with Clay was the least she could do. Greed, revenge, guilt, lust—whatever weakness she could find in Clay she would use to save Garrett. After all, he would do no less for her.
“Once we get rid of my phone and make sure no one can track us, I’ll tell you what that man said to me.”
He kept his gaze on the map. “You should tell me now.”
“If I do that, you’ll have no reason to keep me around.”
He turned in his seat, his wide shoulders blocking out the glare of sunrise streaming in through his window. “You’ll be safer without me around.”
“I’m not going through this with you again. You’re not getting rid of me. I’m the only one who can represent Garrett’s interests, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Does your brother have any idea what you’re up to? Does he have even a clue about the kind of risk you’re taking for him?”
“No, nor will he unless I decide he should know.”
“He wouldn’t want you to do this.”
“How do you know?
Leigh nodded as she started the engine. “She called while you were in the bathroom. She compiled that list for us and sent it ks aRoman">L.”
“Great. Now we need to print it off and then get rid of your phone.”
She didn’t argue about throwing away her expensive phone, which proved that she had at least some understanding of the danger they faced. Part of him wished she wasn’t so smart, because at least that way she wouldn’t have to be afraid. Still, he’d take her frightened and alive over oblivious and dead any day of the week.
“Does that mean you’re not looking to leave me behind?” she asked.
“For now.”
“I almost thought I’d come out of the bathroom to find the car hot-wired and you long gone.”
“I considered it, but those tracking devices—or whatever that second thing was—lead right here. No way would I leave you alone for someone to find.”
“That was considerate of you.” He could practically hear her rolling her eyes as she spoke.
Clay ignored the sarcasm and opened the map he’d found tucked in her glove compartment while searching for trackers. “Looks like there’s a decent-sized town up ahead about twenty miles. They’ll probably have a library or print shop we can use.”
He turned up the heat for her and scoured the map for a safe place to leave her—with or without the information the intruder had given her—somewhere Mira would find her but no one else would.
Once he got his hands on the list Mira had sent, he could retrace his steps and figure out where the hell he’d been going during those blackouts—especially the one the night before last.
Clay really wanted to know who he’d killed. And why.
Chapter Nine
L eigh could tell Clay was making plans to ditch her. She could see it in the way he refused to meet her gaze and his slight anxious fidgeting with the map. His body was so tense she could practically feel the vibration of his muscle fibers traveling through the air.
Rather than confront him about it and warn him she knew, she kept quiet, figuring out how to outsmart him. The only thing she could think to do was to make herself valuable enough that he didn’t leave her the first chance he got.
She had to be a part of this. She couldn’t trust that anyone else would want to find a way to save her brother as much as she did. If she failed this time, there might never be another chance, and despite what Clay thought, he wasn’t able to do this on his own—not when he was always only one step away from turning into that empty, vacant husk of a man, willing to hurt whoever was in his path.
Leigh’s jaw still ached from where he’d grabbed her, and the bruises were ugly, but none of that mattered. If that was the price she had to pay for Garrett’s freedom, it was a small one.
< ns aRo">LWhatever it took, no matter how dangerous things got, she owed her brother for everything he’d given up for her. Finding a way to ingratiate herself with Clay was the least she could do. Greed, revenge, guilt, lust—whatever weakness she could find in Clay she would use to save Garrett. After all, he would do no less for her.
“Once we get rid of my phone and make sure no one can track us, I’ll tell you what that man said to me.”
He kept his gaze on the map. “You should tell me now.”
“If I do that, you’ll have no reason to keep me around.”
He turned in his seat, his wide shoulders blocking out the glare of sunrise streaming in through his window. “You’ll be safer without me around.”
“I’m not going through this with you again. You’re not getting rid of me. I’m the only one who can represent Garrett’s interests, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Does your brother have any idea what you’re up to? Does he have even a clue about the kind of risk you’re taking for him?”
“No, nor will he unless I decide he should know.”
“He wouldn’t want you to do this.”
“How do you know?
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