CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The journey back to California was quiet. The sun was up by the time they got there. People were starting their days when she and Dax hadn’t finished theirs yet. Her offers to drive were rebuked. She couldn’t blame him for refusing, even she wasn’t sure whether she’d flip a U-turn and haul ass in any direction that didn’t lead them to Maurice Stark. The man had a power over Dax she didn’t understand.
Back in the busy streets of LA, Dax pulled the car into a space on the street and turned off the engine. He left the vehicle and grabbed the sports bag from the trunk. She got out with no idea where they were going so waited until he came over and threw an arm around her.
Dax held her tight against his body. She looped an arm around his waist and rested her head on him, l
