Page 124 of Lost to Thievery
Then it spilled out of me—I threw my head back, laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t laughed like this for almost two years. Not since we played under the rainbows.
When I finally regained my sanity, I looked around us. We were dangling in the air, about four metres from the ground. “What now?” I asked Grayson, swinging my feet back and forth, feeling as giddy as a child.
He also stared down at the ground beneath us. People in the street were staring at us.
He coughed a laugh, rubbing at his neck. “Honestly? We weren’t supposed to be this high. I meant to aim lower.”
I laughed again.
“Don’t ever tell Hunt I admitted it, but his aim is better than mine,” Grayson confessed as he lifted me up onto a windowsill. He detached us from the zipline, and we carefully climbed down the building.
He thanked a man who had graciously stopped to catch me when I jumped from the last window, not knowing he was aiding criminals.
We jogged into the parking lot of the building. Grayson reached under the wheel of a shiny black sportscar that had stood in this spot from the very beginning of our mission. We had drove past it every night we came to the museum.
I sighed as he held the door open for me. “Always six steps ahead, huh?” I grumbled.
He gave me a sheepish grin and kissed my hand as I lowered into the car.
We eased out of the parking, but Grayson stopped, not merging into the traffic.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, feeling like I was about to burst out of my skin.
“For the FBI to catch up.”
I sighed. “Do I want to know why?”
Grayson peered at me, grinning like a devil. “Buckle up, Princess. We’re about to have a shit-ton of fun.”
His eyes darted down the street to the three cars swerving through traffic, and his grin widened.
He thrusted the car in drive, the tires squealing as we drifted into the street, right in front of the FBI.
Grayson cut through the traffic with expert precision. He laughed when one of the chase cars tried to make an abrupt turn, like he did, into another street, but skidded across the road, coming to a standstill on the sidewalk. He was in his element, enjoying every second.
He noticed me watching him. “Ghosts don’t get chased very often. It’s nice,” he yelled over the screeching tires.
“You have to be a lunatic to enjoy itthismuch,” I remarked.
“Oh, I’m very much a lunatic, darling. Just you wait and see.” Grayson laughed, gunning across a red light, jerking the car to the left, narrowly avoiding a semi-truck at the crossing.
His excitement was infectious. The adrenaline was vibrating through me, making me feel all kinds of alive.
We skidded around another corner, and to my surprise, we were driving towards the marina. Was that how he planned to make an escape? Via boat?
There were rows and rows of boats and yachts moored to the docks. Further out were bigger yachts, dotting the blue horizon.
Grayson drove through a fish market, people jumping out of the way, then turned and drove right onto a dock. The seatbelt kept me in my seat as we came to a sudden halt.
“They’ve been dying to see you.” Grayson grinned at a boat as he opened the door.
On it was Gemma and Hunter grinning from ear to ear as I opened the door. Gemma squealed excitedly and I couldn’t help but feel excited too.
The name of the boat caught my eye as we boarded it, and I raised an eyebrow at Grayson. “TheNightingale?”
He only winked. What was he up to?
Gemma crashed into me, sobbing into my hair. Hunter threw his arms around the both of us, lifting us off the ground in a bear hug.
