* * *
“Sorry about the delay,” he apologized at once. “There was a line by the rentals.” He adjusted the dashboard vents to direct more heat at Carol, then shifted gear and pressed the gas pedal.
People had also recognized him, and in the end, he’d had to enlist the help of airport security to extricate himself. His grip tightened around the steering wheel as his jaw tensed.
“You seem haggard.”
Ricardo grunted. That was an understatement. But he forced himself to ease his grip and relax before speaking. “It was annoying, standing there.” He glanced at her. “I was afraid you’d think I ditched you or something.”
“I was just texting my friends.” The guilt in her eyes told him she’d thought exactly that, but he appreciated the lie.
A few kilometers out of Heathrow proper, Ricardo coasted
