Page 92 of Stolen By the Billionaire
A Client
Blaze
Preparations for the evac were taking too long.
Blaze had his bugout bag in his closet and a full tank of gas from when he stopped just outside of Chicago on their way back from Iowa the day before.
Sarah had nothing except the clothes on her back and a first-class women’s toiletries bag from Emirates Airlines. They could fix that problem once they got to New York City, but the logistics on Rogue Sec’s end had become complicated.
Was Magnus Jensen a tad paranoid?
Absolutely.
But Rogue Security was the bodyguard/mercenary unit of last resort for the most hunted people on Earth, the ones stalked by terrorists and assassins, by obsessive fans and psychopaths who wanted to be notorious for killing someone famous, and so their methods were extreme.
And their clients survived.
On the few occasions Blaze consulted for them, they’d been utterly professional.
So Blaze waited until Magnus said it was time to go.
Sarah, however, was not so patient.
She paced in the kitchen. “When are we leaving?”
He ate another handful of her second batch of Puppy Chow, the dark chocolate and sugar hitting his bloodstream like fireworks. “Soon.”
Her wasp-waisted form swayed as she walked away from him, her rounded hips and luscious ass swaying under the denim of her jeans.
When she reached the end of the countertop and started to turn, Blaze snapped his gaze back to her face.
She trailed her fingertips over the quartz countertop as she paced. “Like, are we leaving in an hour?”
Blaze barely shrugged. “It’s not up to me. Rogue Security is running this operation. I’m the client.”
Which also chapped his ass, but that was his assigned role. Blaze remained in his lane.
“But are they working on it?” she asked.
“They are planning.”
“Is that going to do any good?”
“If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. I never plan to fail.”
“But it’s a long drive,” Sarah said.
“Eleven hours, ten minutes,” he agreed.
“But we’ll make it in . . .”
He shook his head. “The computer hack may include an APB or arrest warrants. We need to lie low. We’ll be near the speed limit the whole way.” Magnus had impressed that point upon Blaze earlier. “We’ll also pay cash for tolls instead of using EZ Pass so we won’t be traced.”
Her eyebrows pinched together above her eyes. “How much will that be?”
“Fifty dollars. I’ve got about ten grand in cash. We’ll be okay.”
“You’re pacifying me.”
