He was serious about his concerns about her catching an Uber home. Who knew who was behind the wheel? If Evi1Geni-us could hack an employee of one of the top cybersecurity firms in the US, who was to say he couldn’t hack the apps and be Johnny-on-the spot when it came to picking up someone off the street?

Maybe that’s how the asshole captured his victims in the first place.

Shane headed to the T-junction on the main road. “Which way?”

The leather of her jacket creaked as she sank back against the seat. Even that sound had an effect on him, setting his awareness on high alert.

“Take a right,” she said reluctantly.

He flicked a glance at her. She was gorgeous, although, somehow, he’d convinced her that he thought otherwise. Usually he was better with women, but not this one apparently.

Not that he was interested in anything besides tracking down Scotty’s killer. Not really. He hadn’t lied about being married to his work. Although no-strings sex with a willing, attractive woman… Well, sex was rarely off the table.

He rested his injured arm on his thigh. He was doing what the doctor told him most of the time. Resting it, keeping the arm in the sling. But he didn’t want to lose all the strength in his left arm, so he was exercising it a little. Enough to maintain some conditioning, without exacerbating the injury—he wasn’t an idiot. The bone ached today though, suggesting he had overdone it. Not that he’d admit that to anyone without the infliction of torture.

Which reminded him again why he was driving Yael home.

“What’s your address?”

After a brief hesitation she told him. He was glad she guarded her privacy even from FBI agents like himself.

She didn’t make idle chitchat. She stared out of the window and he could see her expression reflected in the glass. Pensive and uneasy. His aim to get her to open up and trust him was not getting off to a great start.

“Was your friend originally supposed to be heading back to your place tonight?”

She turned to face him and the scent of her hit him. Something sweet and dark, like leather with a hint of blackberries.

Silence hovered between them. Did she think he was coming on to her after he’d promised not to? Probably. What if she asked him inside? He’d like to think he was shrewd enough to say no but somehow, he doubted it. What better way to get close to someone?

He shied away from that thought.

Finally she blew out a heavy sigh. “She had her things in her car and said she’d head back to DC later tonight.”

Laura and the date had obviously hit it off.