I blow out a breath. “Okay. Fine. Just tell me the truth: are you some mafia boss or something?”
He turns his unblinking gaze on me, his dark eyes shifting over my face like he’s scanning for weakness. I’m sure he finds plenty of it. Still, his lips purse before he answers.
“Or something,” he says at last.
Paige screams as a car slams into our passenger side, sending us spinning across two lanes of traffic. Glass shatters. Metal squeals and rips apart.
She has her seatbelt on, but I still throw out an arm to steady her. When the car mounts the median, she teeters out of my reach and her head smashes against the window.
I roar her name and lunge across the vehicle. I unbuckle her the moment the car is still. Her arm is limp when I grab it and slide her across the seat towards me.
She
