I gave a nervous laugh. "Drag me out of there."
"Trust me. If I'd dragged you, you would've noticed."
I gave him another sideways glance.Oh, yeah.I would've definitely noticed, especially if he weren't wearing a shirt.
I gave myself a mental slap.Oh, for God's sake.
Enough already.
As far as the rest, technically Jack was right. He hadn't dragged me anywhere. No, whathe'ddone was prod me along one step at a time until I was sitting in the passenger's seat with all of my stuff loaded in the back.
He'd even talked me into riding in the same vehicle by promising to have someone deliver my own car to Flynn's place later on.
All in all, he'd been pretty darn crafty.
But who was I kidding?I'dletmyself get prodded along because I didn't know what else to do.Cripes, I still didn't know.
As if reading my mind, Jack said, "What we'll do is crash at Flynn's for the night and figure it out in the morning, all right?"
He was being surprisingly nice, and I tried to smile. "Technically,youdon't have to figure out anything. I'll be fine. But hey, thanks for the help."
He gave me a long sideways look, but said nothing.
I winced. "I guess I should've thanked you sooner, huh?"
He returned his gaze to the road. "That's not what I was thinking."
"Then whatwereyou thinking?" I asked.
"Fuck."
The word made me jump in my seat. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry."
More confused than ever, I studied his face in profile. "So…"What was I missing?"You're sorry for swearing, or—"
"Yeah," he said. "Andthat."
His gaze was still on the road, and I turned to look. Already, we were pulling up to Flynn's estate. But that wasn't the thing that made me pause. It was the sight of a long, dark limo idling outside the big iron gate.
I frowned in confusion. The limo was parallel parked, blocking the gate entirely. Until it moved, we'd have no way to get inside, not unless we abandoned the car.
I looked to Jack. "Were you expecting someone?"
"No." His voice hardened. "But I should've been."
Chapter 14
Jack
I knew damn well who was in that limo, and now I had to make a decision.Stop? Or keep going?
In the end, the call wasn't hard.Running wasn't my style.But the timing?Yeah, it could've been better.
By the time I pulled the car to a stop, Imogen was already climbing out of the limo's nearest back door. She was wearing the same lingerie getup as earlier, minus the coat that I'd draped over her exposed shoulders hours ago, when the limo had picked her up.
As I shifted the car into park, I glanced at the limo's license plate and gave a quiet scoff.Same damn limo.