But already, she was shaking her head. "No way. I'm not gonna be the cause of secrets between them."
"You wouldn't be," I said. "Iwould."
"Yeah, but that's just a technicality. And besides, you couldn’t call him anyway. Neither of us can, because like you said, they're out of cell range."
"Not with a satellite phone."
She hesitated. "You have one?"
I did, but that wasn't the issue. "I meant Flynn's satellite phone. I've got the number."
From the look on her face, she wasn't glad to hear it.
I asked, "What's the problem?"
"I already told you. I don'twantyou calling them." She glanced toward the front door. "Look, why don't you just leave, and I'll figure it out, okay?"
I didn't budge. "Sorry, that's not happening."
"But why not?"
I glanced toward her roommate's bedroom. "You've gotta ask?"
She turned and gave his door a long worried look before murmuring, "Yeah, but he's probably gone, like you said."
"You think he's gonnastaygone?"
Again she looked toward his bedroom door. "You never know." From the look on her face, she didn't believe this any more than I did.
"Listen," I said. "You don't have to decide now. But youdohave to pack. We both know that, right?"
When she gave a reluctant nod, I said, "And you'll need some help loading it. So let's just start there, okay?"
When she gave another nod, I said, "You pack. I'll get my car. One step at a time, all right?"
When she made no reply, I took that as a yes. Good thing, too, because whether she realized it or not, I wasn't leaving without her.
Chapter 13
Becka
I was pretty sure he'd tricked me.
I was slumped in the passenger's seat of Jack's car – or rather the car he'd obviously borrowed from Flynn's garage. I'd seen the vehicle before. It was a dark sedan that Flynn rarely drove.
The city limits were long behind us, and we'd been traveling in silence for nearly twenty minutes now. Soon, we would reach Flynn's place.And then what?
As we turned down the final secluded road, I gave Jack a long sideways look. His posture was relaxed as he controlled the car with one hand draped casually over the steering wheel. Casual or not, he looked stupidly good, all lean and muscular, with an annoying degree of confidence.
But whywouldn'the be confident? He was rich and famous, and so insanely good-looking, it was a wonder I hadn't shown up earlier to find adozenhalf-naked girls vying for his attention.
But of coursehe'dbeenhalf-naked too. In my mind, I could still see him standing there, shirtless, with his washboard abs and chiseled pecs. I felt my tongue dart out between my lips.Nice shoulders, too.
Damn it.Thiswasn'twhat I should be thinking of – or picturing in my mind.Over and over.
Going for a distraction, I broke the silence between us. "You really didn't have to do that, you know."
With his gaze still on the road, he replied, "Do what?"
