Chapter 860: A Regular Expert
As Arabelle drove, her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds, tracking the headlights of a car that had been following them for blocks. Her jaw tightened, her grip firm on the steering wheel. The fact they were following was something to be assumed. But they were not even trying to hide it? That was dangerous.
"Someone’s following us," she murmured in steadily.
Rafe turned slightly, his sharp gaze locking on the black sedan two cars back. "I know. Could be security—protocol if I leave with a woman. I informed them." She shot him a glance and he raised his hands," I know there could be a mole but if I disappear without informing, they will know for sure that I am suspicious. For now, they are not too sure if I’m drugged or not.
"Also I know it could be someone else following us. But we should be fine for now. Whoever they are, they probably want me alive. Hence the drug and not poison." His voice was calm, but the edge in his tone made her pulse quicken. And then he continued, "Two kilometers ahead, there’s a pharmacy. You’ll need to stop there."
"A pharmacy?" she asked, frowning. "Why?"
He smirked, his tone turning teasing. "Condoms."
Arabelle choked, darting him a sharp look before returning her focus to the road. "Seriously? Someone tampered with your drink, and that’s what you’re thinking about?"
"Relax," he said, amusement flickering in his expression. "It’s an excuse. Kael’s meeting me there to take the bottle. The condoms? Just a cover since I did leave with you. Besides, I always carry some."
Her hands gripped the wheel tighter, her cheeks heating. "Not touching that comment," she thought to herself, determined to stay focused.