“Nothing.” he said finally. He pulled a lever on the side of his seat and leaned back a little, just enough so he wasn't right up in my face. He didn't even look at me. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, his head resting against the headrest.
“I am tired, Vivian.” he murmured like he meant it. “And you look like you are about to fall apart.”
“So... you kidnapped me to take a nap?” I asked, totally confused. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me drained.
“I kidnapped you because you were breathing like you ran a mile.” he said, his eyes still closed. “Ten minutes. We are just sitting here.” He shifted a little, getting comfortable.
“Ten minutes where you don't have to smile at some politician. Ten minutes where you don't have to lie to your husband. Ten minutes where you don'
