“Yes. And you have to answer.”

He’s still smiling when he says, “You really are something, Lynell Mize.”

“Answer the question.”

“Phone first,” he says, holding out his hand.

“No.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

“You called him Danny. He called you Zach. You know each other. And he just let you . . .” she takes a deep breath and steadies her gaze on the man across from her. “Tell me.”

He sighs and pulls his hand back. “Fine. We met at a pub two years ago. Danny was there, drinking alone, and we just got to talking. He honestly seemed confused about why he was there. We drank a bit too much and I apparently complained about my father a lot, because Danny said, ‘Let’s go teach him a lesson.’” Price shrugs, smiling at the memory. “So, we stole a bottle of brandy, went to my father’s office, trashed the place, and ended up on the roof. I was able to remotely turn off any security cameras, so my father never found out who ransacked his place. Been great friends ever since.”

He stops talking, staring at Lynell expectantly. She blinks, frowns, and tries to picture the event. Daniel has never been a big drinker. Or partier. Daniel is safe, secure, and predictable. He always said he had enough excitement when he fought with the rebels before they were quickly subdued by the Elysians.

“I’ll be boring as long as I’m here for you,” he’d said.

How did he end up with a guy like this?

She stares at Price until the car comes to a halt and the driver leans back, shouting that they’ve arrived. This car doesn’t have a machine to pay at the back, so Price hands his bank card to the driver. He taps it against the machine built into the dashboard of the car and hands it back when it shines green.

“Thanks,” Price says to the driver. Then he turns to Lynell. “Now can I have my phone back?”

Lynell returns the small device to Price who instantly starts typing. He doesn’t look up from the screen as he climbs out of the car.

So Daniel knew. He had to have known, but Lynell refuses to believe it was his idea. Either Price decided to get revenge for his friend by registering the horrible ex or this is unrelated to her marriage with Daniel.

Suddenly her door opens, and she’s yanked from her thoughts and the car by Price’s strong hand.

“Come on. We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“No need to be so forceful,” she says, climbing out of the car and pushing Price’s hand off.

She’s never been to St. Louis, but the airport is small compared to the Dallas and Chicago airports. Even still, it’s crowded, and the security lines are completely full. Traveling during the Registration is always more difficult. The rules are slightly different, with weapons being allowed onboard and more paperwork to check.

She follows him into the bustling airport, ignoring the way he glances at her every few seconds. It takes forty minutes to reach the top of the security line, where Price has to go to the furthest booth to check in his weapon. Lynell probably shouldn’t be surprised that Price owns a weapon, but she is. Acquiring a legal weapon like a gun is difficult, and the fact that Price has one makes him that much more mysterious. He must be rich. Or well connected. Or both. The security guard checks to make sure the gun isn’t loaded before returning it. Price has to sign a paper saying he won’t complete his Registration on the aircraft, or his immunity will be forfeited. Lynell didn’t even know there were limits on where a Registration could be completed, except that it can’t be in another country.