I pulled off of I-80 and coasted into the very edge of the city. Stopping at the first car rental agency I found, I traded my RV for a black Kia minivan. What? Obviously I’m beyond the whole image thing or I wouldn’t be driving a motor home, in the first place, and I’d have a rottweiler instead of a guinea pig in the second.
It only took fifteen minutes before I pulled up in front of Ronnie’s house. This would have to be done very carefully. Carolina would have had time to alert the rest of the council to do…what? I had no idea, but I knew better than to underestimate them. Many a Bombay has been quite surprised to find their mother bursting through the door to gun them down. It has been known to happen.
This plan had me torn up inside. I wanted to help Ronnie because…well, because I loved her. I also did not want to help Ronnie, because she loved someone else. Oh, the philosophical questions.
Looking both ways, I raced up to the house and knocked on the door.
Veronica answered. “Cy? What the hell is going on?
I pushed past her into the house. “Where’s Drew? We’ve got to get going.” I worked my way through the rooms while she followed.
“Stop! You can’t just barge in here and make demands like that!” She grabbed me by the shoulder but I shrugged her off. “Cy! Dammit! Listen to me!”
I spun around to face her. “Ronnie. You and Drew are in danger. I need to get you out of here right now.”
She folded her arms over her chest in a move I’d seen so many times before. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would Drew and I be in danger?”
“You met the kind of people I deal with back in Ulaanbaatar. I’d consider trusting me if I were you.” Yes. Trust me. Not like I can trust you, Ronnie. But you should trust me.
She went pale, and I could see the name Arje Dekker on her lips. For a moment I thought I saw an unasked question in her eyes. She wondered what I had done with him. Something stopped her from asking.
“Drew?” she called. “Drew! We have to run an errand!”
Drew came down the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and deck shoes. His physique was flawless. The boyish way he smiled at me made me feel sick. I said nothing as he pulled on a T-shirt and followed us out to the van.
“Sartre!” Ronnie squealed as she scooped up the pig and buried her face in its fur. Sartre purred with glee. I drove the car as the woman I loved showed the man she loved my guinea pig.
“Where are we going?” Drew finally asked. He must have been incredibly trusting. Why on earth would he get into a car with a man he didn’t know without asking before we left the house?
“Yes, Cy.” Ronnie narrowed her eyes at me. “Where are we going?”
I could see Drew frowning in the rearview mirror.
“You mean you don’t know?” he asked her.
Veronica looked at him, then me. She chewed her lip. In spite of myself I thought that was pretty damn adorable.
“Ronnie?” Drew asked. What kind of moron was he? You don’t get into a vehicle with someone you don’t know to go to an unknown location!
Veronica decided to answer him. “Remember when I told you about that guy who jumped me in Mongolia?”
“Is he after you?” Drew asked with surprise. Of course he’d be shocked. This was a man of education. In his world, men didn’t beat one another up. They used words. And I used to be one of those bozos.
“No,” I answered. “It’s someone else.” I glanced at Ronnie to check her reaction. Fear played across her features. She must have thought I’d killed Dekker eventually. Of course, she couldn’t possibly know that I’d kept him alive for relationship advice and then refused to kill him.
“Then where are we going?” Drew was starting to grow a pair now. I wanted to hate him. I really did. But this wasn’t his fault.
“Someone else is after you. We are going to the airport to board a private plane there.”
Veronica and Drew simultaneously shouted, “Who?”
I said nothing, because there was nothing more to say.
Ronnie grew angry. “Who is after us?”
“No one is after you…yet,” I said finally.
“But you said-” she started.
“I said nothing specific.”
She looked at me, then glanced back at Drew, who now leveled his gaze on me. Well, really on the back of my head.
“It’s just safer if you come with me,” I said through gritted teeth.
“What? Why? Who would threaten our safety?”
We pulled up at the airport. It only took a moment to clear security and make our way to the hangar where the Bombay jet waited for us. As we boarded, I introduced Veronica and Drew to Gin, Dak, Liv and Paris.
My cousins started talking to Drew as I made my way toward the back of the plane.
“That’s it, Cy!” Ronnie whispered urgently. “You are going to tell me what’s going on, and you are going to tell me now!”
I turned to face her. “Did you tell Drew about me? Did you tell him what happened in Mongolia?”
She looked taken aback. “What are you talking about? And why is this all about you? You’re the one who showed up demanding we go with you! Tell me right now who is after Drew and why!”
The look in her eyes stopped me short. She still had control over my emotions. And as much as I fought it, there was no denying that I was in love with her. “Apparently, I am the one who is a danger to you.”
Chapter Thirty-two
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
– SIN CITY
“What…what did you say?” Veronica was shaken now. Her lip trembled, and immediately I wanted to take all the things I’d said back.
“Look.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Just go and sit down. I have a few phone calls to make.”
“Cy! I want to-” she started, but I didn’t let her finish.
“Dammit, Ronnie! Just go up front! I’ll join you after I take care of something!” I’d never shouted at her before. I really rarely shouted at anyone. It wasn’t my way. Anger wasn’t my thing. So how did this woman inspire so much of it in me?
I didn’t wait to see if she left before ducking into the back room. Using Missi’s cell phone, I called the one person who could help us once we landed.
When I joined the group, there was enough tension in the air to choke a goat. A large goat with an enormous trachea. Ronnie sat alone in one of the seats, staring sullenly out the window. Drew was making banal conversation with Paris…something about research methods. Gin and Liv were looking at me meaningfully. Dak inclined his head toward Ronnie.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I took the seat next to her. Ronnie glared at me before turning her attention back to the window.
“I shouldn’t have come to your house and frightened you like that.”
“Did you kill Dekker?” She asked the one question I wasn’t expecting.
“No.” I wasn’t lying about that. Granted, I could’ve told her he was still alive, but I thought the less she knew, the better.
She turned her attention back to the window. I said nothing. Minutes passed. An hour passed. I was glad she didn’t speak. Mainly because I didn’t want to answer.
“How dare you?” she growled finally once we were flying over Mexico.
“Oh. You are talking to me.”
“You are so arrogant! Where do you get off treating people like that?”