Liar.
Ass.
With a noisy huff, she folded her arms and stared out the windshield into the fog off the river.
Seth breathed deeply, right along with her, waiting for a response. The carefully preserved interior of the small vintage car was tinged with the scents of leather polish and Rebeccas own spicy perfume. Frustrated with her stubborn silence, he raked his fingers through the careless spikes of his short blond hair. His focus should be back on the Riverboat and proving that Teddy Wolfe was just as deviant and dangerous as Interpol and KCPD suspected him to be. He shouldnt be sitting here, noticing the Mustangs fine details. And he damn well shouldnt be noticing anything about the cars owner.
Well? he prodded.
You said you werent a cop anymore. I dont have to talk.
Enough of this battle of wills. He needed to win this argument more than she could ever understand.
Seth fitted into Teddy Wolfes world all too well. He released the steering wheel and leaned over the center console, bracing one hand on the dashboard and the other on the seat behind her head. Youll talk to me.