(Ridge)
The drive to the safe house took less time than it should have.
I kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting near my phone in case Holt called again. He didn’t, which told me the i***t was still breathing and still stupid enough to keep talking. By the time I pulled up outside the building, whatever softness Mira had left in me was already locked away.
I walked straight inside without knocking.
Holt looked up from near the table immediately while Crash stayed leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Neither of them looked relaxed. That alone told me the last hour had been annoying for everybody involved.
“He still talking?” I asked.
Holt nodded once. “Hasn’t stopped.”
Crash laughed quietly without humor.
“He’s getting comfortable.”
That irritated me immediately
