Page 72 of Somewhere Only We Know
“Okay, we’re leaving.” He looked up and winked at me. As if that would calm me down.
But it did. Sigh.
I followed him through the crowd until we reached a street corner—still in the thick of the hustle and bustle. I looked behind us nervously. Ren was an amazing bodyguard because he could sniff out exactly what he was looking for; he always had a sense for the one weird guy getting too close to me. The uncontrollable teen who might do something she regretted in her frenzy. It meant he knew how to find me, too.
And as my eyes swept over the crowd, I found him. And he was looking at me.
“No!”The strangled cry got stuck in my throat as I felt everything slip away. My freedom. Jack. All of it.
But then Jack’s voice led me back. “Get ready, Lucky.”
I heard the taxi before I saw it—blasting techno music as it squealed to a stop in front of us. The young Asian driver stuck his head out—spiky black hair, tanned face, chiseled features, and a giant smile on his face as he hollered, “Get in, losers!”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
JACK
I wanted to wipe that smile off Charlie’s face.
He was looking at us in the reflection of the rearview mirror, asking too many questions.
“How did you end up with this dweeb?”
Lucky laughed and I poked her as we bounced in the back of Charlie’s no-suspension cab. “He took me back to his place when I was unconscious,” she said.
“Lucky!” I yelped.
Charlie almost crashed the car into a divider. “You meanour place?”
Lucky looked at me. “What?”
I dropped my head back against the seat rest. “This monster is my roommate.”
Her mouth dropped open into a small O. “Right. Roommate. Cabdriver.” Then a strange expression came over her face. “Was there… do you have… more than one bedroom?”
Both Charlie and I squirmed. This was why neither of us ever had girls over.
She stared at me. “Do you guysshare a bed?”
“Not really,” I said at the same time Charlie said, “Yup!”
I took a breath. “We take turns on the sofa and bed. So we don’t sleep in it at the same time!Notthat there’s anything wrong with that.” I held up my hands. “But Charlie is disgusting and I would only share a bed with a man who had better hygiene. He works nights, as you can see, so we sleep at totally different times.”
The unsettled expression was still on her face. “Okay…”
“And you slept onmysheets,” I said. “We change them.”
Relief came over her features and Charlie laughed. “Let’s not pretend you’re not an eighteen-year-old guy, okay? Plus, he’sAmerican. Much worse than me,” he said with a wink.
Lucky leaned forward, her head popping up next to his. “I like your accent.”
“Thank you, lovey,” he said with the exaggerated British accent he used to hit on American girls. Her giggle made me harrumph. “I have to say, it’s surreal having you in my taxi right now. Not to be a total fanboy about it, but I know your music. My ex-girlfriend used to be quite obsessed with you.”
Weird. I knew she was famous, but famous to people in my life? I guess I had ignorantly not considered it.
Lucky laughed in response. “That’s sweet. It’s also surreal for me—being in a Hong Kong taxi unsupervised with two guys I barely know.”
Charlie glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “What’s the story?How did you get mixed up with this guy? I got an SOS and then suddenly I’ve gotyouin my taxi!”
