Romancing the Crown: Max & Elena. Linda Winstead Jones
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or not, you admire resourcefulness.” Slowly, her gun still raised, she opened her purse. “Speaking of which, how’d you get here?”
“I got the desk clerk to sell me his car.” It hadn’t been easy. The man insisted on being paid a lot more than the vehicle had been worth, but he’d been desperate.
Thinking back, Cara vaguely recalled seeing an old, rusting jalopy parked in front of the motel office. It hadn’t looked as if it could even run.
“You’re kidding.”
She was smirking. He didn’t particularly like being the source of her amusement.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” He had a question of his own for her. “Now you tell me how you managed to get my car started without my keys?”
She shrugged carelessly. That had been a lot simpler than sneaking out of the room with all her things. She’d held her breath the entire time, positive that Ryker would wake up and stop her before she managed to get out the door.
“I hot-wired it, only to discover a second set, deep in the folds of the seat cushion.”
“I thought I lost those keys,” Max muttered. “I even had a second set made.”
“Where the hell did you learn to hot-wire cars?”
She supposed it did no harm to tell him. “During my nomadic childhood, I lived with the family of an auto mechanic. He showed me a few things that he thought might come in handy. How to tune up a car, how to jump-start it if the battery’s dead—”
“How to hot-wire it if you can’t steal the keys, too.” The whole story sounded incredible. He had a feeling she was lying to him on principle.
“No, he thought showing me how to hot-wire a car would come in handy if I lost my keys,” she corrected. Realizing she’d turned her eyes away from Weber, she looked back and saw that the man was inching his way over to a chair. She cocked the hammer of her gun, aiming it directly at his heart. “Don’t even think about it. On your knees, Weber,” she ordered.
Holstering his gun, Max took out his handcuffs, but Cara beat him to it and slapped her own cuffs on Weber. Slipping them on Weber’s wrists, she tested their integrity before stepping back.
“I’m impressed,” Max said to Cara.
She couldn’t quite gauge by his tone if he was mocking her or not, but it didn’t matter. “Just stay out of my way.”
Max loomed over her. She might be clever, but if she thought he was backing off, she was also very naive. “Afraid I can’t do that.”
Her brows narrowed. “And I’m afraid you have no choice. He’s my prisoner, not yours, and he’s going back to Shady Rock. I need that ten thousand dollars.”
She kept throwing that number around. “What ten thousand?” he wanted to know.
“The ten thousand dollars bounty that Phil Sanford is willing to pay for his safe return before the trial. Phil stands to lose a lot of money if I don’t get this scum back in time.” She looked at Weber. “Get on your feet,” she ordered. “Now.” Cursing her ancestry and her soul, Weber rose. “Like you’re doing this for the fun of it,” she jeered, glancing at Max.
“I’m doing it because I made a promise.”
She didn’t know if he was serious or not, but his reasons didn’t really interest her. Only the ten thousand did. “And I’m doing it because that ten thousand dollars means an awful lot to someone I care a great deal about. To her, it’s the difference between life and death.”
She was pulling his leg, he thought, trying to play on his sympathies. But the look in her eyes was so sincere, he wasn’t sure. What he did know was that arguing over this was wasting precious time.
“All right then, let’s go.”
She made no move to go. “You’re not coming with me.”
“The hell I’m not.”
The next thing he knew, she was pointing the gun at him.
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