60. Getaway Woman
60
GETAWAY WOMAN
Jake
My woman had some serious lungs on her. I didn’t know why she’d screamed “spider,” and I didn’t stay to find out. I blessed whatever quirk of fate had brought us together and hightailed it out of Eli’s office.
I’d already closed the safe and replaced the books in front of it. Now I just needed to hustle out the bathroom window and onto the roof, without the benefit of the cloak of darkness I’d had last time. I crouched low to stay out of view of neighbors and used the trees to shield me from sight from the street. The plan was to lie flat on the roof and wait until Eli and Willow left. But Ruby’s scream gave me a clue that we weren’t necessarily going to be waiting on them. Seconds later, Ruby tore out of the house at breakneck speed and jumped in her car. With a squeal of tires, she backed up and stopped where we’d planned on a screech. I dropped to the ground while she was still braking, and as soon as I dove into the passenger seat, my getaway driver proceeded to get us the hell away from there.
Hot. That was just hot.
If I wasn’t in love already…She had killer getaway driver skills. Hook, line, sinker. I was a goner.