“She okay?”“What?” I tried to focus on him. To be honest, I’d forgotten all about him.The kohl around his eyes had smudged underneath, giving him a Halloween haunted look. “Is Desiree okay? Did they arrest her?”I appraised him out of the corner of my eye—to me, his question held a hint of hopefulness.I gave him the short version, leaving out the important parts.He looked relieved as we burst through the doors into the fading sunlight—maybe I had been wrong about the hope thing.The halogens flickered as they fired up. The day had disappeared.I paused with my hand on the Ferrari’s handle. “I’ll take you back to the hotel.”He didn’t argue as he followed my lead and folded himself into the car. “This your ride?”“Only when I’m good.” With the push of a button, the engine growled to life. A flick of my right hand, easy pressure on the accelerator, and we roared out of the parking lot. Heads turned, tracking our progress. A bright red Ferrari lacked even a hint of subtle—I liked that.“And I bet you are very, very good.”With a glance, I confirmed he intended the innuendo, which creeped me out.
