Chapter 21Once outside, somewhere in the middle of the vast parking lot, I slumped next to a car. It had rained. My two companions pulled up, turned, and retraced their steps back to me. With my heart pumping hard, I wondered if they weren't eyeing my jugular because of the throbbing pulse. When I caught their gaze, they turned away. Acting as if they were trying to remember where they parked their car.
“Bloody hell! Where'd I park me bloomin' car!” Heath snarled. Cars on the distant street shushed by. It was cold and windy. I buttoned up my jacket.
“Shouldn't you have gone after the girl?” I asked Heath.
“Yeah, and have the bloody bobbies after me? I think not, luv.”
I frowned at him again for using that cheap endearment to me. It didn't fit him, but it was all right when he used it f
