moan for uncle 5 (11 page)

Panic overtook Lily. As scared as she was to go with the sexy stranger, she was even more terrified that he might be telling the truth. "Wait!" she cried out as she ran after him just as he was exiting through the back door.

By the time she was out into the cool night air, her customer was already at the Neon. Panic gripped her. "Wait!" she screamed to him, bursting into a sprint and heading for him and her little car.

His head snapped over to her direction, but then proceeded to unlock the car and hop in. She made it to the passenger side and was opening the door as the car roared to life.

"Hurry." he urged, shifting the car into gear.

She slipped in and hadn't even gotten the door shut behind her when the car tires squealed and they sped out onto the road. The sudden forward jolt succeeded in shutting the door for her. She ran a shaky hand through her long hair as she watched the stranger from the corner of her eye weave her little car in and out of traffic as though he was a racing car driver and her Neon a Ferrari.

Why had she gotten into the car with him? She groaned inwardly. She didn't even know the man. For all she knew
he
was the bad guy. She'd just ask him to drive her home.
Simple, right?
She'd ask him nicely to take her home. Hell, she'd drop him off anywhere he wanted and just drive herself home, and then she'd have a much needed sleep and everything would make sense in the morning.

She took a couple of deep breaths in and released them slowly. Once she was certain her nerves had settled sufficiently for her to speak coherently, she focused her full attention on him.

"So is there someplace I can drop you off?"

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and shot her a grin. "Nah, that's okay. I have it under control."

What did he mean by that? She chewed at her lower lip for a moment before trying again. "Well, I think that I should be going home so I think that dropping you somewhere would be the best idea." When he didn't respond she added, "I won't tell anyone, not the police, not anyone. I promise."

He chuckled, turned his head and locked gazes with her, his forest green eyes on her sapphire blue ones. "You can't go home. Sorry."

Lily's frown deepened. "What? Why? I
have
to go home. I demand you take me home. This is my car, my rules."

His chuckling stopped and he shook his head. "Sorry.
Can't happen.
Not right now, anyway."

She tried to remain calm, but a bad feeling washed over her. Was she a hostage? Was he kidnapping her? She took another deep breath in then exhaled loudly. And even more importantly, why in
hell
was he so calm? If he could be believed and they were running for their lives; she would have thought he'd be showing a little bit of panic in his demeanour.

"Who are you?" It was a fair enough question as far as she was concerned; he could at least give her a straight answer on that.

Slowing the car, the customer turned off the highway and onto a road Lily was not familiar with, though considering how frazzled her nerves were and the fact that it was the middle of the night, she doubted she'd have known their location even if she'd been on that road dozens of times before.

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry. That was so rude of me, just with being shot at and then escaping in a Dodge Neon, no offence, but not my first choice of a getaway vehicle…" When she huffed at him, he glanced over at her and shrugged with a slight smile touching his lips, "It slipped my mind." He extended his hand to her, while keeping his eyes glued to the two lane road they were traveling down. "I'm Scott."

When Lily hesitated in taking his offered hand, he took his eyes off the road long enough to read her nametag. "
Ahhh
, Lily. That's a beautiful name. My grandmother's name was Lily."

Her brow furrowed as she looked over at him in disbelief. Talk about a Jekyll and Hyde attitude change.
Maybe he's
psychotic
?Oh
-my-God, that must be it and I'm stuck in a car with him!
She took his hand briefly and then snatched hers from his grip equally as quickly, though not quickly enough to avoid the warm sensation that flowed through her at his touch. She growled at herself for feeling attraction towards someone who was - quite possibly - mentally unstable.

"Well
Scott
, who are you
really
? And why were people shooting at you?"