I opened my mouth to tell Rocky she could drop the phone, but she spoke first. “Okay we have a mile to go so listen.”
“I know how to get to the Bellagio,” I told her, only mildly impatient.
Rocky let out an annoyed sigh of her own. “The car isn’t there yet and I know how to get there, too. Speed up and find a space to get in that’s just big enough for one car. One car, Lasso. And keep your turn signal on.”
I smiled. “This bossy side of you is really fucking hot, Rocky. I
just wanted you to know.”
Her cheeks stained a sexy shade of pink and I laughed.
“Yeah, thanks.”
She shook her head, eyes going to the yellow car trying desperately to catch up with us.
“Take this exit at the last possible minute even if you have to cut someone off.”
“Ooh, a bad girl.”
Watching her turn out so capable and direct, so focused on her goal, was hot as fuck. I followed her instructions just like it had been drilled in me to do on the ranch as a kid and then the military as a man, cutting off a cube truck and blocking our exit from Big Boy and his companion.
“Excellent.” She beamed a smile up at me and placed a hand on my forearm as we took the curve that would get us closer to The Strip. “Now we just have to get lost in this traffic until your friend can get us the new car.”
“So, this is what you do? Figure out how to win in any given situation?”
She shrugged like it was no big deal, but I was damned impressed and more determined than ever to keep her safe because now I knew just how far Genesis would go to keep her.
“No, I plan shit and I do it well.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
If this was how she worked on the fly, I could only imagine the kind of money Genesis and his guys had pulled in.
“Let’s keep your skills between us for now, okay?”
She nodded. “Fine by me. Turn into this parking garage,” she said, still focused on her phone.
“This isn’t where we’re going.”
“I know that, Lasso,” she said, words dripping with annoyance. “Just turn, please.”
I maneuvered into the right lane and turned into the parking garage and grabbed a ticket. “We don’t want them to spot us, not even from far away. Take the south exit out of here.”
That’s what we did for what felt like an hour, drive in and out of parking garages until we got word from Savior. “You plan on running from them forever?”
“No, Lasso, I don’t.” She set her phone in her lap and held mine, eagerly awaiting the call. “Right now, my goal is to stay alive.”
Right. We both jumped when the ringing phone broke the silence in the car and she hit the answer button.
“Savior.”
“Sixth floor right by the ramp. Six four nine.” He disconnected the call and my shoulders relaxed. I’d feel better if we could get inside, at least for a little while. Rocky guided me through another garage that led us to Las Vegas Boulevard and to our final destination.
We quickly switched cars, leaving the ticket under the windshield of mine for whichever of the prospects were assigned to retrieve it.
“This is a good choice,” she commented as she slid into the passenger seat. “We should swing by your place first.”
Was this the pregnancy brain everyone was talking about? “Didn’t you just say the house was probably compromised?”