Talia insisted on lying down in the backseat of Parker’s BMW and covering herself with a blanket. He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue with her. If that’s what it took to make herself feel safe, then he would just roll with it. He was a little concerned about her being cramped back there. His car wasn’t exactly built for having someone ride in the backseat.

     “We’re out of the city now,” he said to her over his shoulder. “You can sit up now.”

     She drew the blanket off her head and craned her neck to look around.

     “Do you want me to pull over so you can move up...