Adam (The Protectors #5)(17)

“It looks like ours may be.” Adam replied, his fist clinching in anger.

“Has Slade seen this?” Sloan shook the paper at them.

Adam glanced at Jill who shrugged. “Not sure, but I doubt it.”

“Keep your phones clear.” Sloan turned to head into his office with the newspaper clutched in his hand. “And watch your asses.”

When the door slammed shut, Jill turned toward Adam and Steve. “Now what?”

“I guess we keep our phones clear and watch our asses,” Steve snorted with a frown. “I’m going to bed. Six o’clock comes early, so if anything happens, come and get me.”

“Yeah, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jill turned to walk away, but stopped. “Unless you want to go for a ride with me?”

Adam had turned to leave, but stopped. “You don’t have a car,” he said with a grin.

“No, but I was going to hot-wire yours,” she countered without a grin. “It would be much easier if you came along.”

“And where were you taking my stolen car?” Adam frowned, knowing she would have done exactly that: stolen his car. “All you would have to do is ask me and you wouldn’t have had to steal it.”

“Not if you knew where I was going.” Jill turned, heading out the door.

Adam growled, knowing exactly what she was planning. “Jill, dammit, I told you…”

“I know what you told me and you know what I told you,” Jill growled back. “She’s lying, Adam. The more I think about it, the more I know it. And I think you know it to. Something doesn’t ring true to this and whether it bothers you or not, it bothers me and I want the truth.”

A gleam glowed in Adam’s eye. “Okay, but we go where I want to go first.”

Jill paused in curiosity. “And where would that be?”

Adam walked past her with a knowing smirk. “To see your dad.” He stopped, turning to look at her with a raised brow. “You coming?”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it, Adam,” Jill hissed, giving him a shove.

“Oh, but it is the same damn thing, Jill.” He shoved her back. “And the only way I’m doing this is if you go see your father, who by the way, I know you want to see.”

“No, I don’t,” Jill’s mouth replied, but her eyes clearly stated differently.

“You suck at lying.” Adam grinned. “You always look away a split second before you lie.”

“I do not,” Jill replied, catching herself looking away. “Dammit.”

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Adam headed toward the door. “I don’t feel like sitting around anyway, and the quicker we get this over with, the quicker you get off my ass about Angelina.”

“I’m driving.” She passed him out the door. “Give me your keys.”

Tossing her the keys, Adam frowned. “How many times have you hot-wired my car?”

“A few.” Jill hopped into the driver’s seat with a grin. “And if you lock it, I’ll still be able to get in. I can pick locks too.”

“Sid?” Adam rolled his eyes.

“The one and only.” Jill nodded, backing out without looking.

“Watch where in the hell you’re going.” Adam turned only to see her barely stop in time before hitting Sloan’s BMW. She slammed the brakes hard; his face was inches from going through the windshield. “Jesus!”

“Sorry.” Jill glanced over at him, but the expression on her face said she was far from sorry.

“Who taught you how to drive?” Adam held on when she hit the gas, throwing his head back.

“I taught myself,” Jill answered before flipping on the radio full blast.

Adam turned to stare at her, turning the radio off. “Do you even have a license?”

“A what?” Jill laughed at his expression. “Chill out, dude! I’m an excellent driver,” she answered as she pulled out into the path of an oncoming car.

“Stop the damn car!” Adam yelled, but waved sorry to the driver who almost plowed into them.

“There’s a speed limit on this street and that guy clearly wasn’t doing it.” Jill frowned, getting ready to flip the guy off, but Adam grabbed her arm to stop her.

Reaching over, he slammed the car in park, turned off the ignition and took the keys. The guy in the other car was still yelling and cursing out his window as Adam got out and marched to the driver’s side. “Get out!”

“Okay! Okay!” Jill jumped out and headed to the other side of the car. She yelled back at the other driver who was still cussing her out. “I didn’t hit you, man! Go on, get out of here!”

Adam got in, put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Pulling off to the side of the road, he rubbed his forehead with a long sigh. “Do not ever and I mean ever drive my car again.” When Jill didn’t reply, he glared over at her. “I mean it, Jill. My car is off limits to you, period.”

She nodded without saying a word, but the pissed off expression she wore let him know she was mentally cussing him out.

“Where we going?” Adam put the car in gear ready to go. When she didn’t answer, he slammed it in park. “Well, until you tell me where your parents live, I guess we’re going to sit here. What’s the damn address?”