And what a foolish question it is to ask someone in this situation. I almost snapped at him but refrained.
I laughed once, weak and breathless. "No."
"That's fair."
We took another turn, then another. Residential streets now. Familiar ones. My chest tightened as I recognized landmarks.
"You shouldn't bring me all the way," I said quietly. "If they followed...."
"They didn't," he said. "I wouldn't risk it."
He slowed a block away from my house and pulled over, engine idling softly.
The sudden quiet was unbearable.
I picked the gun up from the floor and held it out to him. My fingers brushed his when he took it. The contact sent an unexpected shiver through me.
"I didn't think I'd ever do that," I said.
"Most people don't," he replied.
I opened the door, my legs weak as I stepped out onto the pavement. The night air felt too cold.
I turned back to him. "This doesn't end here."
