Geneva’s heart thudded against her chest, surprised that Myles would know something so personal about her. Something she rarely shared with anyone. But her initial surprise quickly spiraled into anger. If there was one thing she hated, it was people reminding her of the biggest mistake she ever made.
“I’m not going to even bother asking where you got that information,” Geneva growled under her breath, her pulse still racing, thinking that someone had stolen her gun.
For a moment, she wasn’t concerned about the bastards who had vandalized her car. All she could think about was that Myles knew about her past. Laz, her brother-in-law, probably told him. Or as resourceful as Myles was, he could’ve easily found out on his own. That was one of many problems in falling for someone with his background.
God, what he must think of me.
She usually couldn’t care less what people thought of her, but him? This was Myles. A man she cared about more than she dared to admit.
What was it about this night? First, her sister threatened to send her back to jail. Then she learned that Myles knew about her stint behind bars. Both pissed her off.
“What were you thinking?” he asked in that cool, calm way that grated on her nerves.
As a convicted felon, it was against the law for her to purchase or possess a firearm. If caught, she’d be tossed back in jail, and her parents would kill her. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint them again.
“Carrying this around is asking for trouble, but what I want to know is why you have it in the first place,” Myles said in a low voice. The teens were nearby but not close enough to hear the conversation.
Silence fell between them as they stared each other down. He was still in the driver’s seat while she stood inside the opened passenger door.
Geneva didn’t bother telling him that she’d been having trouble with some punk kids who had been terrorizing the area. She only recognized one of them on the ground from a couple of weeks ago.
“Listen,” Myles continued, but Geneva lifted her hand to silence him.
“No. You listen. Hand over my gun and get the hell out of my car. Better yet, leave. I’ll deal with the cops myself. I don’t need your judgment right now or your help in locking up.”
Without a word, Myles ejected the magazine, made sure there wasn’t a bullet in the chamber, then handed her the empty gun. He climbed out of the car and slammed the door, causing more glass to skitter to the ground.
Anger propelled Geneva around to the driver’s side of the vehicle. Before she could get to Myles, he had his cell phone to his ear and stared her down. It was as if he was daring her to try and take the ammunition from him.
“Myles, you’re crazy in your head if you think I’m letting you leave here with my—”
“Yeah, this is Myles. I need a favor,” he said to whoever was on the other end of the call. He didn’t take his eyes off of Geneva, and his voice remained calm as if she weren’t glaring at him. She half-listened as he told the person on the other end of the line about her car and how she needed the vehicle towed.
Geneva heard sirens in the distance, and they were getting closer. She glanced down at the gun in her hand. He was right. Bullets or no bullets, she couldn’t be caught holding a pistol.