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her obvious repulsion at
my constant close presence.
    I’d go through with the
evasion I’d already planned, and then hole up in the safe house I’d prepped
months before. I hadn’t needed it yet, but the rent and arrangement were worth
it to keep it available for exactly this kind of situation.
    Or, this situation sans
woman.
    She didn’t say anything
on the stop-and-start drive in New York’s unforgiving traffic, and instead we
sat there in a tense silence. That expectant quiet continued as we left the
taxi, then headed down the street and hailed another - this time to Broadway. I
could feel her nerves and tension increasing with every move we made, and I was
pretty sure it was only the gun that I still held which kept her compliant.
    Unlike any job I’d ever
done, this was starting to get to me. The last thing I wanted was to kidnap
someone. I knew I didn’t have a clue how to do that - and even more, I
didn’t like how it was making me feel.
    I’d lived alone my whole
life, and having her here attached to me like this was probably unnerving me
just as much as it was her.
    Okay, maybe not quite as
much.
    We left the taxi on
Broadway, and I kept a tight grip on her among the crowds just starting to come
out of the theater.
    Perfectly timed, as
always.
    They were leaving the
performance that I’d supposedly been at all evening - the tickets were bought,
I’d used my credit card to buy the requisite food and keepsakes, and I’d been
caught on camera there. And now I’d made it back in time to head out at the
same time as the rest of the audience.
    That would have given me
some satisfaction if the crowds didn’t feel far more dangerous with her here. I
walked quickly and tried to avoid most of the hordes of people - not easy on a
Friday night - keeping the woman tucked into me. She could no doubt sense my tension
as I hurried her along, and I felt her eyes on my face more than a few times.
    After a few tense
moments, I turned my head to catch those soulful eyes - and almost stopped as
the intensity of our gazes meeting shot through me.
    Fucking stop it.
    A similar shudder seemed
to go through her, but I forced myself to ignore it and keep my expression
stern and unforgiving. The desperate calculation I’d caught turned quickly to
fear and she bit her lip to keep from saying something.
    “Eyes down.”
    She swallowed and, after
a moment’s hesitation, obeyed. My eyes swept over the people around us, but
there were too many rapt conversations about the evening’s performance for us
to attract any attention.
    I navigated us through the
swarm of people, managing to keep us far enough away from anyone else that she
couldn’t reach out to anyone. As we finally entered the parking lot, I started
to breathe just a little bit easier.
    It only took moments to
locate the dark Mercedes I’d left there hours before, and as we headed in its
direction, I could feel her tension increase. Her steps became smaller, and the
hesitation was obvious. I guessed this was the most terrifying part for her -
leaving the public to be taken away somewhere unknown.
    I had a moment’s stab of
sympathy for her, but I couldn’t provide any reassurances. Not that she’d
believe me anyway.
    I unlocked the car with a
press of a button, and stepped around to the driver’s side, opening the door.
    “Get in.” I gestured at
her, withdrawing the gun I’d held at her waist, but keeping it discreetly
trained on her.
    She looked back at me,
wide-eyed, and bit her lip again as the trembling in her limbs increased.
    That small gesture had me
overcome with the sudden desire to press her up against the door, take those
full, delicate lips in mine and join our mouths with some of my unexpected
heat.
    Fuck. Stop it.
    I had to be on top of
everything here - and I couldn’t afford crazy fantasies sneaking up on me like
that.
    I shook myself and indicated
the car again, eyes narrowing at her.
    She took one last look
around the parking lot, but as she