disease. You should be aware of this fact to correct it.â
Is this dude for real? âYeah, but ⦠just donât okay?â
âOkay.â
We eat in silence for a few moments. I hate it. âSo, I called a friend of mine. Apparently Donovanââ
âYou did what?â he asks, mouth still full.
âDonât worry, I didnât tell him where I was. Iâm not a total idiot. Besides, he wonât narc. He promised. Donât you want to know what he said? About the police?â
âYou mean that Iâm an escaped convict named Gavin, and that Iâve kidnapped you? I know. I have since this morning. We have a contact inside the F.R.E.A.K.S. This Donovan must have switched my photo inside the system into the file of a real fugitive. My real name would trigger a F.R.E.A.K.S. investigation. Neither party wants them involved. Thereâs bodies on both our sides. Agent Price is just feeding the pack information. Weâre on top of this. You shouldnât make any more calls. Itâs too dangerous. Donât do it again,â he says, catching my eyes. His voice was neutral but those eyes are cutting. On instinct, I lean back farther in my chair.
âI-I wonât. Sorry.â I stare down at my food, away from his gaze. I think I prefer him commenting on my weight more than attempting to draw blood with his eyes.
âJust donât do it again. Please,â he adds as an afterthought.
I nod. Once again, we fall into agonizing silence. After a few seconds, I look up and see his head hanging as he chows on his burger. Crap, did I hurt his feelings again? He notices me glancing up. I smile apologetically. âNot quite the sister you imagined, huh?â
âNo.â
âWhat did you think Iâd be like?â
âSofter. Fragile. Innocent.â
With each of those words my urge to laugh rises, but that last adjective pushes me over the edge. I let out a chuckle. âOh, man.â
âWhat?â
âNothing, itâs just ⦠those are the exact wrong fucking words to describe me. What the hell did Frank tell you? I was a Disney princess or something?â The chuckles die off a few seconds later as he doesnât join in. I donât know, maybe heâs incapable of laughter. âSo, is my lack of princess status a good or bad thing?â
âIâm sorry?â
âAm I a huge disappointment? Do you wish I was swooning every five seconds?â
His eyes narrow in confusion. âOf course not. That would slow
us down.â
No guile. No guile whatsoever. Refreshingly cute, yet aggravating. âRight. Didnât think of that.â I move my gaze down to the food I shove in my mouth. I cannot get a read on this cat. Itâs driving me nuts.
âDid I say something wrong again?â he asks.
âNo,â I say with a reassuring smile. Thank God Iâm done eating. I collect my trash, sticking it in the bag. âI think Iâll take a swim.â
âThatâs not advisable. You should stay in the room, out of sight.â
I rise anyway. âYeah, thatâs not happening. If youâre worried, you can always join me.â
âI didnât buy a swimsuit.â
âThen wear your underwear. Or nothing,â I suggest with an impish grin. âIâm game if you are.â
Yes! Score another blush. And he thought Iâd be the innocent one. I start rifling through my freshly packed suitcase for my bikini.
âIâll sit nearby and watch you.â
As I pull out the bikini, I raise an eyebrow. âOh, so thatâs what youâre into, Blondie? Think that can be accommodated.â
âThatâs notâI â¦â he says, flustered and now red as a stop sign.
I giggle. âYou are adorable, you know that? Really.â I give him a big smile. âBe out in a minute, handsome.â
I close the bathroom door and begin undressing, a thrilling tingle
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