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The interior of the car is a soft, matte black leather, luxurious and decadent. The carpet’s pristine, the windows and chrome details like new. More notable is the way it drives, though, so seamlessly you don’t know it’s accelerating until the world flies by you. So sleek, it cuts through the air with military precision.

“Is this your getaway car?”

“It is.”

“The next time you rob a bank, I’ll be your getaway driver.”

“What’s your going rate?”

“Oh, for you, I’d cut you a break and let it go for a cool mil.”

He nods, as if thinking this over. “You’re right. Iwouldconsider that a good deal.”

“Take him for two,” Joe chimes in over his shoulder. Cain almost smiles. His lips thin before the smile reaches his eyes.

Almost.

“So this is how you got to my place so quickly. You must’ve been driving like over a hundred miles an hour.”

He doesn’t reply, only gives me a slow, lazy shrug, like driving at the speed of light is seriously no big deal.

“So why so much slower now?”

He doesn’t answer. Joe speaks up from the passenger seat. “We’ve got cargo now.”

Cargo?

Oh.

Oh.

Me. I’m cargo.

Well then.

I think as a woman I should be offended by that, but somehow, I feel it’s almost sweet.

And it’s definitely something I could use to my advantage.

It’s warm and comfortable here. I lean back against the seat, my senses overwhelmed with the rich scent of leather. I tookibuprofen from the first aid kit before we left to dull the pain, and it’s kicked in, my bruises and scrapes no longer throbbing.

I’ve had bullshit luck with this kinda thing lately. Between the accident and this, I’m almost ready for a nice, boring day in the office?—

Who’m I kidding? I’d stab myself in the eye with a pencil.

What I’m really ready for is some adventure that doesn’t involve Violet Price, punching bag, as the main attraction.

I’m floating, and it’s comfortable here, and for once in a very, very long time, I know that no one’s going to hurt me.

“Donotfall asleep!”

I snap to attention, my eyes flying open. The next second, a surge of adrenaline powers through me and I glare at Cain in the rearview mirror.

“I’m not sleeping.”

“You aren’tnow.”

I can’t believe I ever thought of seducing a guy like him. I would strangle him in his sleep.

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