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sensed the last of my patience wearing away,
she slipped into the drivers seat, looking back at me with a slight confusion.
I gestured again, indicating the passenger side, and for the first time
irritation crossed her soft features as I watched her clamber over to the other
side.
    I had to bite back a
little smile at the indication that she still had enough left in her to be
annoyed by that little inconvenience - it was somehow reassuring to know the
terror I’d caused wasn’t completely overwhelming. At least, not quite.
    I slipped in beside her,
keeping the gun resting on my knee and pointed in her direction. She glanced at
it warily, but the shock of having it there had obviously started to wear off.
Instead, as I started the car and slowly maneuvered us out into the traffic,
her eyes roamed over the sights passing outside.
    She hadn’t been that
interested in staring outside the taxis, but then I guessed she’d known from my
direction where we’d been going. Now she had no idea, and I could hear her
breathing quicken as that hit her. Her hands were clenched against the seat
despite the relatively slow pace, and I worried for a moment that she was
starting to panic.
    She’d held it together
for all of the critical moments so far, and I could hardly blame her now, but
unease gnawed at me as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I had no idea
what to do with a woman in the midst of a panic attack.
    To my relief, a few
minutes later she seemed to have herself back under control, and she looked
over at me.
    “Where are you taking
me?” Her voice quavered a little, but there was a strength there that I found
myself respecting.
    It didn’t change that I
stayed silent, ignoring the question that had probably taken some guts to ask.
    She didn’t seriously
expect me to tell her, did she?
    If she was observant
enough - which I thought she might be - she could probably work it out as we drove,
but I didn’t have a way to stop that. When we eventually left the safehouse, I
wouldn’t use it again anyway. And there was nothing about it that could lead
anyone back to me, so I had to be satisfied with that.
    “What…what are you going
to do with me?” She tried again, and despite the initial hesitation, her voice
was clearer this time.
    Who the hell knows.
    I didn’t have an answer
to that question for myself, let alone for her. So I stayed silent and
concentrated on the traffic.
    She looked at me expectantly
for a few minutes, fear and uncertainty in her eyes, before eventually
realizing I wasn’t going to answer. Her shoulders slumped and she slouched down
in the seat, bringing her knees up and clasping her hands around them as she
stared out at the passing lights of NYC at night.
    “Fine. Ignore me.
Bastard.”
    It was muttered, but the
irate tone of voice stirred something else inside me. I fought the way my mouth
tried to lift into a smile, and the desire to gesture with the gun again to
make a point.
    But I wasn’t an
intimidation kind of guy, and if she could rail at me a little bit maybe it
would help with some of that fear. She’d been silent and obedient the whole
time, but now that we were alone and she’d obviously realized her silence
wasn’t a life-or-death situation for me anymore, she seemed to be confident
that I wouldn’t do anything if she started to speak.
    And she was right.
    I glanced at her out of
the corner of my eye, taking in the attractive curl of her hair around that
soft face, and the way that even while she was scrunched up with my jacket over
her, she still looked stunning. My cock reacted instinctively and I tried not
to stiffen obviously.
    Fuck.
    I was in way over my head
with this. And I couldn’t let that get in the way of everything else I
needed to work out.
    The rest of the journey
passed in relative silence as I tried to focus on what I needed to accomplish
tonight. Getting us to safety was just the first part - the night was young and
I needed to make the most of every