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She’s dressed in a simple t-shirt and trousers, with her blonde wig and glasses on to maintain her anonymity.
I smile after taking in her appearance. Rueben is right, and my response was in no way sarcastic. She’s so beautiful, even when she’s dressed so simply.
“Well then, we best be on our way,” I say, heading for the door.
She hurries to the other guys, giving them both a kiss on the lips before following after me.
“Keep her safe, man,” Rueben says to me as I lead her out.
“I will,” I reply, and open the door for her. “After you, ma'am.”
She knits her brows at my sudden gentility.
“That's weird.” She squints and steps out.
“Well, don't get too used to it.” I follow up behind.
She laughs lightly. “Now, that's classic Tanner.”
We head over to my car, and again, I open the front passenger door for her.
“Hmm.” She grins. “You know, I could get used to this.”
“Hey. What did I just say?” I tease, and she laughs as I shut the door.
I circle back to the other side and get in. She's adjusting her shades and looking at the side mirror to check if they do a good job concealing her identity.
I shut the door and start the engine.
“Please don't drive too fast,” she says, turning to look at me like she had just read my mind.
I want to object, but I let it go and do as the lady asks.
The drive to the food truck is short, and I soon park by the sidewalk near a spot I’ve visited a couple of times myself, seeing as they have some of the best tacos I’ve ever had.
“Hmm.” She draws in a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of tacos filling the air. “They smell good.”
“They taste even better.” I unbuckle my seatbelt, and she does too.
“Err… What are you doing?” I ask, because she can't possibly be thinking of coming with me.
“I'm coming with you.” She looks at me.
“Like hell you are.”
“But…”
“No ‘buts’, Amelia.” I sigh, “Look, keeping you safe is our number one priority right now. With Flames of Hell out there looking for you, it's not even safe for you to be outside. So, don't make me regret not asking you to stay at home.”
She looks at me and says, with her arms across her chest, “Well, you wouldn't have been able to keep me down against my will even if you wanted to.”
I snort. “That's beside the point. You're staying right here while I go get them for you,” I say with finality.
She stares at me with raised brows, as though she is reminding me that I am not talking to a child. She obviously doesn't appreciate my tone.
“I didn't hear you say ‘please’.”
“What?” I can't believe my ears. This is someone I'm simply trying to keep out of harm's way. “You're kidding.”
