Page 95 of Destroyer
“Thank you.” He took it, then gave her a tender hug goodbye. “No worries, Mrs. Austin. Sydney will text you guys once we get to our destination.”
“And where is that?” Mark asked.
“Creepy Secret Zone,” Sydney replied as she ushered Tank into the garage and shut the door.
“Ohmygod,” she said as she climbed into the back seat. “It’s like the damn inquisition.”
Teddy got behind the wheel. “Call and ask them to open the garage door.”
She did. Her mom answered. Seconds later, her dad opened the door, tapped the opener on the garage wall. The door opened, Tank backed out.
As he drove away, Sydney fastened her gaze on Tank. “I’ve never had a driver before.”
“I do it all,” he replied. “Whatever you need. I’m your man. Just say the word.”
“Cinderella needs one hour with Prince Charming.”
“Just one?”
“I’m feeling the pressure of the case.”
“Same,” he replied.
They drove in silence as she studied his profile from the back seat. Striking cheekbones above a chiseled jaw, with a ski-slope nose and the most kissable lips she’d ever seen. But it was the intensity in his eyes that made her squirm in her seat.
As if he could feel her eyes drilling into him, he said, “How’s the view from back there?”
She smiled. “It’s fine.”
At the red light, he turned to face her, and a whoosh of energy powered through her. His fiery gaze had her heart skipping a beat. Beyond his striking good looks, confidence thundered off him. He was in complete control, and he was handling their challenging situations with unwavering determination.
One sexy-as-hell wink before he turned back. Despite the intensity of their missions—and their overwhelming lack of progress—she appreciated the playfulness he brought to her life.
As he made his way to the Black Site, he said, “Binos on the floor next to you. I got a dark sedan three cars back, other lane. Check ‘em for me.”
Desperate to touch him, she wrapped her fingers around his triceps. “You got it.” She lifted the binos to her eyes.
The headlights blinded her, but she focused her attention on the sedan, trying to glimpse the driver.
“Car windows are tinted, including the windshield.”
“We might have a tail, but I can lose him.”
“Not before I get a visual,” she said.
Teddy slowed, but the sedan in question kept its distance. She strained to see, but the glare of headlights made it difficult.
“I’m pulling into the shopping center,” he said. “See if you can catch the plate number.”
As he drove in, she tracked the vehicle. “No way.”
He stopped, craned to see.
“The license plate has a deflector on it,” she said. “I couldn’t see the numbers.”
He pulled onto the main road, hit the gas. “I don’t see the car. Do you?”
Despite the late hour, there was plenty of traffic clogging the road, but she was determined to find the sedan.
