“Turn in here.” In the mirror, her gaze meets mine. She blinks rapidly, but keeps her face impassive, trying to convince me she’s not scared. She’s lying of course. As she flicks the indicator, pulling in to the motel, my balls tighten.
Those green eyes, wide as you try to scream…
My holdall’s stowed in the footwell next to me. I’m looking forward to opening it… Letting her see. “You stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be watching. Remember who’s got your kid.”
see. Don’tShe nods slightly, gripping the steering wheel tight enough to whiten her knuckles. The vein at her neck throbs. So does my groin.
Gonna be a good evening…
With the carry-cot in one hand, I amble into the reception office. “I made a booking. Waterman.”
“Yes, sir.” He glances down at the kid. “Cute little nipper, isn’t she.”
