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Chapter Ten
Holy shit. She was actually getting into the car with this dude.
He shut the door behind her and mouthed through the window. “I’ll just go pay.”
As soon as he was in the shop, she slid over and checked the ignition. Crap. No key. She didn’t even have her phone to text Adam and tell him what was going on, because she’d left it in her other bag. Second and third thoughts were yelling like crazy in her head when the driver’s door opened and Mr. Mustache climbed in beside her.
“Let’s go.”
She forced another smile. Don’t freak out.
Still no Adam.
She was fine. This was good. As soon as they got to the bar, she’d find a way of getting the keys off him and then she’d simply drive away. Easy. He fired up the engine at the same time she glanced back across the street again to where she’d last seen Adam.
He walked out…
Lucy watched as his eyes drifted across the street, and saw the minute they landed on the Superbird.
His expression went from surprised determination to mass murder when he spotted her sitting in the passenger seat.
He started sprinting toward them.
Mr. Mustache was oblivious to it all as they pulled out onto the street and drove away.
Well, fuck. Shit just got really, really real.
At least Adam knew where she was. He could call the cops again, tell them he’d seen the car, and which way it was headed.
The creep beside her turned her way, gaze sliding up her legs, hovering at her chest before he looked back at the road. “Today must be my lucky day.”
Oh God!
It was hard, but she forced herself not to recoil. “Mine too.”
All she had to do was somehow get the keys off this guy before things took a turn for the worse. And by worse, she meant Mr. Mo getting too damn close. Going by the grip he had on the back of her neck as they walked into the bar a short time later, she wasn’t hopeful.
She’d had two beers before she got her first chance. She’d managed to mouth ‘light’ to the barman when Chuck, aka Mr. Mustache, had ordered, so her head was clear.
His friend hadn’t arrived yet, but time was running out. And unbelievably, the guy still seemed completely at ease. He didn’t seem paranoid that the cops would suddenly show up and arrest his ass. Which kind of pointed to the fact that Chuck was a loose cannon and someone she needed to get the hell away from as soon as possible.
Chuck was leaning over the pool table, key dangling from his back pocket. Lucy glanced around the bar. No one was watching. You can do this.
“Nice shot,” she said close to his ear, resting her hand on his back. Gross. The fabric of his shirt was damp with sweat. Now, if she just slid her hand lower, like she was about to touch his…
Before she knew what was happening, he turned and tugged her closer. “Your shot, sweet thing.”
He put the pool cue in her hand and got in close behind her. She giggled and almost gagged instead. “I’ll need a little room if I’m shooting.”
She needed to get the hell out of there. Adam would be losing his mind by now. She didn’t know his number off the top of her head to even call from the pay phone.
“Thought I’d give you a few pointers,” Chuck said, wrapping his sweaty body around hers from behind, paunch poking her in the back.
“Oh I’m…” The door swung open and a wild-eyed Adam stumbled in, chest heaving, veins bulging. Relief made her limbs weak. He’d found her. He leveled a hard look her way. Crap. Why did she suddenly want to run screaming from the bar?
She subtly shook her head when Adam looked like he was about to stride right on over and murder Chuck…or her—possibly both. Thankfully, for whatever reason, he decided to follow her lead and instead took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink. She could feel his eyes burning into the side of her head as she took her shot, with Chuck plastered to her like super glue. Chuck took his turn then came back around to “instruct” her.
She could see Adam over Chuck’s shoulder, and he looked ready to explode off his seat. Time to end this thing. Spinning in Chuck’s arms, she wrapped hers around him, which wasn’t easy with his belly in the way.
