CHAPTER FOUR
“Okay,” Layla said, climbing between the seats to position herself in the front passenger seat. “Where are we going?”
“We’re getting out of Miami,” Ruger said, with a sideways look her way.
Smoothing her skirt with one hand, she sought out road signs trying to get an idea of which direction they were heading in. “That’s… incredibly general.”
“I’m hoping the mysterious thing will work for me.”
“So far it doesn’t. The muscles are panty melting,” she admitted, giving him the once over. “The arrogance and condescension, not so much.”
“Thanks for the pointers.”
“How do we expect to learn if we’re not willing to be educated?” she asked, tucking the phone back into the glove box. “Tell me about your family.”
“Why?” he asked, frowning at her sudden re-route of the conversation
