Page 35 of When He Lies
Ryan strode toward the agent, with Simone over his left shoulder.
“I had a five-minute lead on our enemy. That lead is down to like, three minutes now. Either we get the hell out or we will probably all die.”
“Does it look like I’m dying?” Ryan snapped back.
Harry pursed his lips. “It looks like you’re kidnapping that woman. I…don’t think that’s approved CIA behavior.”
His jaw locked harder. Ryan gritted, “Get the fucking ride moving.”
Harry scrambled out to get the fucking ride moving. Ryan kept his prey, and he hurried outside on Harry’s heels. The sun beat down on him, the streaks of light slipping through the drifting clouds. Harry jumped in the front of the vehicle, and Ryan surged into the back with Simone.
Surprising no one, she tried to immediately open the door near her and jump from the vehicle. Sighing, Ryan hauled her closer. “I do not want to have to cuff you.” But she was about to give him no choice.
“Oh, please.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You don’t even have cuffs on you.”
Granted, he did not. “Harry!”
Harry slammed on the gas. The vehicle lurched forward, taking them away from the cottage and rushing onto a stone-covered road.
“Harry, do you have cuffs on you?” Ryan demanded.
Simone glared at Ryan. “The vehicle is moving now. I’m not going to toss myself onto the road while we’re driving this fast. Not like I have a death wish.” She straightened her shoulders. “For the record, I wasn’t running before.”
“The hell you weren’t.”
“I didn’t like being shoved in a dark closet! Sue me, but I can’t stand the dark!”
Her words almost held a ring of truth, but he’d come to realize she could lie incredibly well. “Who are you?” He needed answers. He would get them.
“Simone Sailor.”
He growled.
Her head turned toward the front of the vehicle. “I’m Simone.” She cleared her throat and leaned toward the driver. Her hand reached out to touch his shoulder. “I did not catch your name.”
“Harry,” he replied. His accent had thickened, making the name sound more like “Air-ree” as the H dropped.
“Just fucking drive,” Ryan blasted at him. He caught Simone’s hand and pulled it off Harry. Did he like her touching the MI6 agent? No, he did not.
What is my deal?
“That is so rude,” Simone told him. She huffed out a breath. “I apologize, Harry, for Ryan’s tone and for his language.”
His language?
“Thank you so much for coming to our assistance,” she continued in a honey-sweet voice. “It’s been a very trying twenty-four hours for me, and I am grateful to you.”
Seriously? Seriously?
Ryan caught the straightening of Harry’s shoulders. Saw the guy adjust his rearview mirror so he could get a better view of Simone. “Simone, I will keep you safe,” Harry promised her.
The hell he would. “I’m on it,” Ryan growled. Then he grabbed the fluffy red material of her skirt and shoved it up.
Simone immediately shoved it back down, but not before he’d gotten a truly glorious view of her legs. Killer legs. Insanely attractive. Legs that he could all too easily imagine wrapped around him and holding tight.
“What in the world are you doing?” Simone cried.
Harry nearly drove them off the road.
