Chapter Eight

“You mean I should leave without doing the job that I was hired to do? “

Bonnie felt a little uncertain with him glaring at her like that, but she said nothing.

“I did get the impression you could handle yourself in almost any situation. Look at how well you took care of those drunkards? You didn’t even get bruised, and there were three of them.” He said in a tone laced with sarcasm.

“I know what you are trying to do, and it’s not going to work. I did need your help, but I managed to lay one of them low.” Bonnie said, absolutely proud of herself.

“That was after I showed up”

She could feel the blush starting at her hairline and traveling down to cover her entire face.

“Yes, well…”

He seemed to give up. One minute he was rigid, his posture so imposing she had to use all her willpower not to cower. Then suddenly, he was idly rubbing his forehead. “Let’s get out of here first.”

Bonnie hesitated. “Where to?” she asked.

He gave her a puzzled look, “Well, you didn’t plan to spend the night