Billionaires Don't Like Nice Girls (A BWWM Romance) (24 page)

“Whoever you are, you get on out here right now,” he demanded.

“Leeeonnn Jooooonessss.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re up to,” Leon grumbled as he stomped loudly through the undergrowth.

Phae raced to the front of the building then leaned around the corner. Leon’s flashlight bobbed brighter as he approached the side. She took a deep breath.

“MEOWRRRR!” she yelled as she dropped the frantic cat on the ground, waving her arms and flailing her feet to get the cat to run to the rear of the building.

“What the —” Leon yelled.

Like a shot, the cat streaked away, straight past the beam of Leon’s flashlight.

“What the—” Leon yelled again.

Nearly as quick as the cat, Phae sped to Leon’s truck. If he hadn’t reacted as she expected him to, the keys wouldn’t be in the truck and her plan would be dead in the water.

She jumped inside the truck and saw the keys in the ignition. She did a quick fist pump in celebration, then started the truck, flipped on the headlights and slammed the gears into reverse.

Spewing gravel, she roared out onto the road, focusing the headlights on the corner of the bar where she expected her infuriated uncle to appear momentarily. She rolled down her window.

“Hey! You!” Leon shouted as he rounded the corner. “Get out of there! What do you think you’re doing?”

Phae revved the motor and began to back down the road.

Leon chased after her. “You come back here! Get out of my truck!” His face was bright red in the glare of the headlights.

“Come and get me,” Phae murmured as she maintained a steady distance between them.

Just as she’d planned, Leon followed the retreating truck. Glancing between the windshield and the back window, Phae managed to keep her eyes on both the road and her livid uncle. Now, as long as no other cars came along, everything would be perfect.

That was part of the problem in her business, Phae thought as she eased the truck down the road. Too much of her success depended on luck. Sure, she could be pretty certain that no cars would be out here at this hour, but she couldn’t be positive. Luck was required, like with the keys being in the truck and the cat running the right way.

She idled in the road while she waited for her uncle to gain more ground. The last thing she wanted was for him to give up. Luck. It had been absent all day at work, but it was definitely on her side tonight.

She yanked off the hot, itchy mask and tossed it onto the seat beside her. She daubed her sweaty brow with her shirtsleeve. It seemed summer would never be over. It was so much easier to do her work in cooler weather.

As Leon came closer, she could see the poor man was gasping for air, even though they’d gone less than half a mile. They still had a way to go before Phae could stop. Her uncle was more out of shape than she’d imagined.

She slowly depressed the accelerator and resumed the odd car chase/retreat.

Luck. A strange thing. One never knew when it would come and when it would—

Phae gasped out loud and her heart jumped in her chest when the passenger door flew open.

Chapter 22

KENT NEARLY LAUGHED WHEN HE saw Phae’s startled expression. Her hands flew upward to cover the dome light.

“Shut the door!” she hissed.

Kent grinned and hopped into the truck, slamming the door behind him.

She gunned the truck’s engine, jerking Kent toward the windshield as they were propelled backward.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said. “Leon might have seen us!”

“Plus, I nearly scared you to death. Right?”

Kent could make out Phae’s fierce expression in the soft glow of the dashboard lights. He was glad she’d not worn that awful face paint tonight. She was painfully beautiful.

“You didn’t scare me to death,” she said. “But I’m seriously pissed. You have no idea how much trouble I’d be in if he saw me.”

“He didn’t see you. Those headlights are so bright he’s running blind.”

Her face relaxed slightly. “I hope you’re right. But still—what are you doing out here?”

“I overheard one of your relatives gossiping today about whether Leon would go out drinking tonight. It wasn’t hard to guess where I would find you.” He glanced out the windshield. “You should probably slow up. You don’t want to give the guy a heart attack.”

Phae stopped the truck and looked at Kent.

She opened her mouth to speak, then quickly snapped it shut again. She slowly shook her head before finally saying, “You know, I almost told you to get out of the truck, but I realized it would be a waste of time. I must be getting to know you better.”

He smiled. “You’re right. I’m not going anywhere that you don’t go.”

She propped an elbow on the steering wheel and rested her cheek on her elegant, slender hand. “Get on with it. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Your acceptance of this situation is a surprise. Can’t you throw in a little name-calling to put me at ease?”

“Don’t tempt me. I’ve had a long, exhausting day, thanks to you and right when things were looking up, you popped back in and nearly ruined everything. So back off and tell me why you’re here, though I think I can guess why.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You’re trying to sabotage my operation.”

“No I’m not. I thought about what you said in the shop and decided to give it a try. I’m here to learn how to respect your work.”

She leaned back against her door and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sure you are. And I’m out for a little country drive.”

“I’m telling the truth. I want you to teach me about being Captain Nice Guy.”

He knew she was skeptical, but had he seen a flicker of hope sparkle in the corner of those big brown eyes? Maybe it was wishful thinking on his part.

She looked out the windshield, watching her uncle struggle to catch up. She began slowly backing down the road again.

“So?” Kent asked. “Are you going to teach me about your work or not?”

She divided her attention between her uncle and the road. “No, I’m not. And I have no problem telling you why. You’ve already made your mind up about me and nothing I tell you could change that.”

“You have a point,” he admitted. “That’s why I don’t want you to tell me much, except about what you’re doing with your uncle. I want you to show me what you do as the captain. Maybe if I experience it firsthand, I can understand it better.”

Phae reached into a pocket on her belt, pulled out something pink, then flung it out the window. Kent squinted to make out the small object on the pavement.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Rabbit’s foot.”

“And?”

Phae didn’t answer.

“Why did you pitch a rabbit’s foot into the road?” he tried again.

“Actually, it’s a fake rabbit’s foot. The one on Uncle Leon’s keychain here is real. It’s disgusting. I can’t believe he carries this nasty thing around.” She stopped the truck some distance from the foot.

“So what’s it all about?” Kent asked the lovely lady who had more attention for the road than for him.

“Uncle Leon looked tired and I thought he might give up,” she said. “Now be quiet and watch. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To learn by being shown?”

Kent shrugged. What was it about this woman that made him put up with her no-nonsense, often surly attitude? It drove him wild for some reason he couldn’t explain. She ignited an itch inside him that he couldn’t scratch without her.

Although they were a good distance from Leon, Kent knew that the headlights provided adequate light for Leon to see the rabbit’s foot on the ground. He wasn’t surprised when Leon bent over and picked it up.

Leon waved his fist in the air and began to shout. Kent couldn’t make out the words exactly, but the gist was clear. Uncle Leon didn’t like that foot, and he was downright pissed to find it in the road.

Leon began running.

Phae stomped on the accelerator. Kent barely had time to brace himself to avoid being pitched into the windshield.

“Listen carefully,” Phae said calmly as they sped backwards down the highway. “Shortly, we’ll be on the other side of this rise. There’s a turnout there. I’ll be stopping the truck and leaving a few things behind for Uncle Leon to discover when he finally gets here. I want you to get out of the truck as soon as I stop and head for those trees on the right. You didn’t bring your car out here, did you?”

“No.”

“Good, because we’ll be walking back tonight. Now let me repeat. When I stop the truck, you will get out immediately and head for the woods. Wait for me there.”

She swerved the truck over into a small turnout and stomped on the brakes. “Go—now.”

“Wait a second,” he said, watching her dig in a pouch. “What are you doing?”

She blew out an exasperated breath. “I knew you wouldn’t do what I asked you to do.”

“I can’t help it. I want to watch.”

“Fine,” she said curtly and handed him the end of a weighty string of rabbits’ feet. “Tie this end to the sun visor.”

Kent opened his door so the dome light would come on. He inspected his end of the cord. “What’s this all about?”

Phae tied her end to the visor on the driver’s side. “Please don’t hassle me with questions right now. We’ve got to hurry.”

He shrugged and tied up his end of fake feet.

She pulled a piece of paper and a small roll of tape from her belt. After taping the note to the steering wheel, she turned off the engine and mashed on the emergency flashers button.

“Let’s go,” she told him.

He leaned in to read the note. “What’s it say?”

“You stay and read it if you want. I’m getting out of here.” Phae snatched up a mask on the seat that he hadn’t noticed before, then she hopped out of the truck.

Kent watched in surprise as she flung Leon’s keys into the darkness then ran off and disappeared into the night.

Rapidly, he scanned the note she’d left for her uncle. He smiled as he read: “Your keys are in the ditch. I’d wish you luck in finding them, but all the rabbits’ feet in the world won’t protect you from me. The fates frown on those who drink and drive.”

Kent jumped out of the passenger’s side, leaped over the ditch and headed into the woods. He’d not gone far when Phae appeared from nowhere and grabbed his arm.

“Shh, he’s coming.”

Kent peered through the trees. Sure enough, Leon had cleared the rise and was limping his way to the truck. He warily approached the deserted vehicle, scanning the surroundings before getting into the cab. He ran his fingers over the rabbits’ feet then pulled the note off the steering wheel.

Kent expected Leon to be outraged by the note, but instead it seemed the man shrunk. Even with the distance separating them, Kent watched Leon’s head swivel rapidly left and right, trying to see into the pitch blackness.

Phae whispered, “Hold my hand and walk slowly. All these bugs buzzing out here can only cover so much noise, so be careful. I’ll lead.”

Though he would have liked to stay a while longer to see if Leon could find his keys, he allowed her to pull him deeper into the woods.

Before long, she picked up the pace until they were walking at normal speed. The darkness was nearly complete in the heavily forested area. Kent stumbled.

“Sorry.” Phae grabbed his arm. “I’ll slow down.”

“How can you see out here?”

“Well,” she mumbled, “I have this night-vision thing.”

“You do? Cool. Let me see it.”

She released his hand. “It’s on this mask. Usually I have it on a strap, but tonight I thought it would be safest if I wore a mask. You’ll have to put it on to see through the monocle.”

Finally, he had an explanation for that weird strap she’d been wearing the night he trailed her. “The mask must be what made you sound muffled,” he said as he fumbled with the hard cardboard object Phae had pushed against his chest.

The monocle gave the mask some heft. He figured out which way was up and pulled the mask on and adjusted the elastic band.

“I don’t see anything,” he said, wiggling the monocle over his right eye.

“It’s kind of blinky. Give it a flick or two and it will come on.”

He flicked the side of the plastic casing. Suddenly, the forest around him came into view in shades of green.

He squinted in an attempt to correct the blurriness. “Am I doing something wrong? It’s out of focus.”

He couldn’t make out Phae’s features, but he could see that she had her arms crossed over her chest. Not a good sign. It would be best to tread carefully unless he wanted to find himself stranded in the dark forest.

“Look, it’s not very good, but it serves its purpose well enough,” she said in a defensive tone.

“I can see how it would.”

It was kind of fascinating, he thought as he turned in a slow circle. Details were blurred nearly beyond recognition and because you could only see through one eye, everything was flattened. But other than those two defects, Kent realized such a gadget could come in extremely handy on a night like this.

“Can I have it back now?” Phae asked, extending toward him what Kent decided must be her arm, though the resolution was so poor it might have been a tentacle had he not known better.

He pulled the mask off and managed the handoff without mishap.

Phae must have been using the monocle in his aunt’s garden that night, he thought. No wonder she’d done such a lousy job.

Still, it could have been worse if she hadn’t been using the gadget. But then again, if she hadn’t had the monocle she probably wouldn’t have attempted to plant the garden on such a dark night and Kent wouldn’t have nearly knocked his brains out on that stupid pole.

Further still, if she hadn’t done such terrible work in the garden and felt guilty about mistaking him for a robber, she probably never would have offered to come and fix the mess. And Kent might never have met her.

He grinned. Thinking in circles never helped anything.

“What’s wrong with you?” Phae asked.

“Nothing.” He groped in the dark for her hand.

She began to slowly lead him through the forest again. “We’ll be out of this soon. You’ll be able to see well enough to maneuver on your own once we’re on cleared ground.”