Planning to wait for him in the gym, Rin lifted the section of counter that would give her access to the rest of the garage and spotted the envelope with her name on it. Tearing it open, she pulled the sheet of paper out and a silver key fell free to clank on the counter.
Confused, Rin glanced at the note:
Rin,
Had some business to take care of. Feel free to use the gym, just lock up when you’re done. I’ll get the key from you the next time I see you.
Mike
Disappointment hit hard and Rin blew out a frustrated breath. So much for dinner. And now she had even more questions that notched up her suspicions. Considering she could see his wrecker parked in one of the bays, he obviously wasn’t on a tow call. Was he even now doing something shady?
Images of him meeting with dangerous thugs in some dark alley had shivers of apprehension running up and down her spine.
No longer in the mood to workout, even if punching the heavy bag might relieve some of her tension and anxiety, Rin scooped up her bags and left the garage, locking up behind her.
Mike Myers was a mystery – a very attractive mystery – one that she had every intention of getting to the bottom of. She just needed to figure out how.
