“I didn’t—”
“The question is written all over your face.”
I take a deep breath and try to step forward, but my legs won’t budge. “I can expl—”
“Oh, you’re going to explain, but first, you’re both coming with us. We’re leaving.” He comes to my side, ungluing me from Maren’s grip and circling his arm around my waist.
The other man does the same with Maren, and they lead us out of the room, down the hall, and out a back entrance. There’s a limo waiting, and the guy holding the door looks confused as Walker gently guides me inside. I try to scramble to the back of the seats, but he drags me into his lap.
“Don’t move.”
Maren gets in with wide eyes, moving far away, and the other man joins her. Finally, my brain starts working, comprehending who he is and what is happening.
“Agent Kelly?” I presume, and a wide smile spreads across his face.
“Bryant Kelly,” he confirms, winking at me.
“You got something in your eye, Kelly?” Walker growls.
“Nope.” He chuckles, enjoying Walker’s mood.
The door closes, and the driver climbs into the driver’s seat. For the first time, I notice another guy in the front as well.
“Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” the driver spews.
“Where’s your car?” Walker ignores the question and eyes me.
“Maren drove.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I need Collins to follow us in Maren’s car back to my place. Maren, give him your keys.”
She grabs them out of her purse and hands them to Bryant, who tosses them up front. Maren helps him find her car, and Collins turns to face us.
“Would either of you ladies like to ride with me?” He switches his eyes between us.
“Neither of you fucking move,” Walker commands, which gets a loud snicker from Collins before he closes the door.
“I’m Ross, by the way,” the driver yells. “I assume you’re Emi?”
I nod.
“Not my fucking Emi.” Walker twists me to face him, carefully taking my glasses and setting them aside. Then he gently removes my wig, cap, and barrette holding my hair up. His hands thread though my hair a few times before gripping the back of my head and tugging me into him.
“That’s better.” He slides his lips over mine.
My sense of relief is short lived when he pulls back and pins his glare to Maren. “Glasses and purse.” He holds out his hand, and she reluctantly hands them over.
“How’d you know it was me?” I ask cautiously.
“Baby, I’d know your ass anywhere. But your ass, your legs, this dress… there was no denying. Spotted you at the bar before you went into that damn room.”
“It’s not what you think. I m-m-mean, we’re not members of the club,” I stammer, pleading with him to believe me.
“I know.”
Something he said clicks in my head. “Wait, you said you spotted me at the bar. You were already there?”
“Yes.”