A car swept across Dean’s path, shattering his internal monologue, silencing all the questions causing his head to hurt. The vehicle came so close he took a step back, and opened his mouth to swear, jaw snapping shut as he caught sight of the driver. April stared ahead, fingers tapping the steering wheel. When she looked over, he retreated further, fearing to see her head revolve.
“Get in.”
Was she kidding? Apparently not. Dean dithered, but curiosity won. He took hold of the handle, opened the door, and slipped into the passenger seat. The click of the seat belt as he fastened it, barely reached his ears before she tore off. Dean shut his eyes; never a fan of April’s driving.
“I saw you come out of that fancy hotel. Saw you go in, too.”
What the hell? Was she spying on him? Stalking?
