…Meredith stepped out into the blinding sunshine to find
Travis almost to his car door. Was he even going to wait
for her?
She picked up her pace and reached him just as he shut
the door and strapped himself in. Standing outside the
driver’s side, she waited for him to roll down the
window.
He stared at her through the glass, looking like the cat
that ate the canary.
Because he had the address. And she didn’t.
There was no way in hell he was going without her. She
glared at him and knocked on the window.
He started the engine.
That’s it.
She grabbed the handle, ready to wrench the car door open
if necessary, and he smiled as he reached over and pushed
a button.
Thank God he was only rolling down the window, because if
he’d pressed the door lock she’d have throttled him with
her own ha—
“Can I help you with anything, Meredith?”
She leaned in. “Just want to be clear that you’re going
to wait for me to get to my car. And you’re not going to
try and peel out of here and leave me behind the first
chance you get. I’m going with you when you interview the
kid.”
“Oh?” He put his sunglasses on and looked over at her.
“Are you an expert at questioning hostile witnesses? At
getting detailed confessions in high-tension situations?
What? Are you going to glare him into talking?” He
actually chuckled.
?“That’s it. I’m riding with you.” She looked up to find
Allie staring at them from the doorway. Was that a smug
smile on her mouth, too?
Damn it. She was in control here.
“I’m going to get a ride with Travis,” she announced
calmly. “Can I leave my car here for a couple of hours?”
Allie nodded and gave a thumbs-up.
Not waiting for Travis to gun the motor and leave her
behind, she raced around to the passenger side, opened
the door, and slid in. She smiled at him in victory as
she pulled her seat belt on.
“Hey, it was your idea to take separate cars, if you
remember.” He gave her a sideways smile.
For some reason, her victory seemed a little sour, and
she wasn’t actually certain who’d won this round.