just have one more question to add to that list,” I say. “And what might that be?” he asks with a playful edge in his voice. “How long will we be forced to travel like this?” I stretch my legs across the seat and lay down. “I really do miss the private jets. These long car rides are going to be the death of me.” Victor laughs. I find it incredibly sexy. “You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.” He laughs again and it makes me smile.
