The other moved west.
The sun glistened on the horizon as it rose over the eastern sky.
Dark sunglasses kept Neil from staring directly into it. On his right, Gwen’s head slumped against the passenger window and the even rise and fall of her chest told him she was fast asleep.
He kept his speed only a couple of miles over the posted limit. He didn’t need something as simple as a speeding ticket breaking his cover.
The deserted highway stretched for miles in front of him. The only thing to break up the dirt landscape was the occasional high desert mountain range off in the distance.
And Gwen slept.
He was proud of her for what she’d done or maybe more importantly what she hadn’t done. She could have insisted on knowing what he was doing, argued with him…but she hadn’t done that. Gwen followed his instructions to the letter and he left Southern California without a good-bye.
Neil swept his gaze up and down her lithe frame. Dressed like a cat burglar, she’d never been more beautiful. And even though he never said one word to her about his naked thoughts about the two of them, someone else had figured it out.
Figured it out and used it against him.
Stay out of Vegas, Mac, he told himself. His poker face needed some work.
Gwen moaned beside him. A throaty sound that tightened his balls and made him squirm.
She blinked her eyes awake and stretched. “Good morning,” she murmured.
Her simple greeting made him want to smile. “Good morning.”
“Where are we?” She looked behind them.
“We’ll be in Nevada in about half an hour.”
“Nevada? Is that where we’re going?”
“Driving through.”
“Oh.”
He waited for several breaths before he spared her a glance. “What…no questions?”
She smiled and something inside him burst. “Somewhere last night, between you dragging me out of bed and throwing me in the back of the car, and falling asleep once you stopped driving like a madman, I decided to take each moment as it comes.”
“You’re not going to ask me where we’re going?”
“Would you tell me?”
No. The less she knew the easier it would be for her to keep where they were a secret. A stop at a gas station could result in a simple conversation that would blow their location.
“That’s what I thought. Which is all well and good for a little while.”
He only needed a little while. He hoped.
“Did you tell anyone where we’re going?”
“No.”
Her brother would worry, and her mother would be frantic.
“Are we going to call—”
“No,” he interrupted. “We can’t call…not until I say. The phones in Malibu were bugged.”
“If you knew that, why not just remove them?”
“If the man following us thinks some of his toys are still in place he’ll hear only the information I want him to.”
“Then how are we going to tell Blake and the others that we’re OK?”
“Leave that to me.”
Gwen rubbed her forehead. “You think someone is after us?”
In the rearview mirror, a car approached. Neil kept his speed steady and squelched the urge to stay ahead of the car.
“I know someone is after us.”
“Why me? I’ve not made any enemies here, or anywhere that I know of.”
The car moved up on them fast and sped around.
Neil sighed. “Whoever they are, they weren’t after you…they’re after me.”
“Then why did they murder my neighbors? How does that affect you?”
Neil swallowed, thankful his sunglasses hid his eyes.
“He was making it clear that he could get to you just as easily.” It could have been her facedown in a bathtub. Lifeless.
“That’s crazy, Neil. The house is wired from top to bottom.”
“Yet the back door was open and the system was armed. Anyone could have come in.”
“That still doesn’t explain why someone would use me to get to you. You work for my brother and hardly give me a second glance.”
He glanced…more than glanced. Someone had noticed.
“Neil?”
He decided a defensive tactic was best right at that moment. “We’re stopping at the next open gas station. You can use the restroom, but don’t talk to anyone.”
As Gwen glanced out the window where not another living soul could be seen…not even abandoned houses were on the road he chose, he knew what she was going to say.
“I don’t see anyone after us out here.”
“Your accent will give us away if the man following us finds our trail.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Leave the thinking to me.”
The half smile on Gwen’s face fell. Oh, damn. Wrong thing to say.
“I’m blonde, not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were stupid.”
“You told me not to think.”
“No, I said leave the thinking to me. Bad choice of words. Until I figure out who’s out there, and know you’re safe, you need to trust me.”
“I believe I’ve proven my trust in you by making the cloaked exit from my brother’s home in the dead of night. I didn’t do that by not thinking. I did that by making wise choices and trust. Both of which take thinking.” She glared at him now, her brows tight together.
He gripped the wheel hard and searched for the right words to dig him out of what he’d just said to her. She wasn’t a soldier under his orders. He’d do well to remember that. Finding his softer side was impossible when it wasn’t there. He avoided deep conversations with women for this very reason.
“I’m sorry.” There. That should make her happy. He dared a glance.
Not happy.
Instead of stepping deeper in the pile of shit he’d spewed from his mouth, he reduced himself to silence.
Painful silence.
The filthy bathroom provided little relief. But it was better than a bush on the side of the road. Although it killed her, she didn’t utter one word while at the petrol station. She knew Neil was right about her talking to anyone. Her British accent gave her away better than her blonde hair and high cheekbones.
As for Neil’s silence…he had no idea how proficient she was at the silent game. The British were known for their cool, dry humor and patient silence. In her family anyway. Americans were the ones who spoke excessively. She had to admit that chatting with her friends was much more entertaining here than back home. Eliza called Gwen on everything. In fact, Eliza had made the first comment about Gwen’s attraction to Neil.