Cavanaugh on Duty. Marie FerrarellaЧитать онлайн книгу.

      “So, you drive.”

      To him, it seemed like the logical, not to mention simple, approach. He only cared about being the one behind the wheel when he didn’t trust the other people in the car.

      But he wasn’t part of that world anymore, he reminded himself for possibly the dozenth time since yesterday. Having someone else behind the wheel was the least of the things he was going to need to get accustomed to with this new job that had been thrust on him.

      Provided he stuck around.

      “Okay, then,” Kari declared, pushing open one of the glass double doors and walking out. “The car’s parked right over there.”

      Pointing for form’s sake, she led the way down the steps and through the lot. Her route formed a rather zigzag pattern.

      Esteban remained at her side, matching her step for step without offering a single word, like a tall, unobtrusive shadow.

      That, Kari silently promised herself, was going to have to change.

      And soon.