Rachel had been too terrified to say a word from the moment Gabe pushed her into the SUV until they reached their destination. She had never seen Gabe as cold and hard as he was right now. In the back seat of the SUV she managed to pull on her shoes and tie the laces, then make sure her clothing looked at least semi-presentable. Thankful that she'd taken a second to dump the contents of last night's dainty purse into her big one, she dug out a Scrunchie and a brush and did the best she could to pull her hair into a ponytail.
She wondered what the driver thought when they'd come flying onto the street, Gabe with his shirt still unbuttoned and his jacket and shoes in his hands. Gabe's scent was still all over her. Him too, she thought. Certainly the driver couldn't miss the aroma of sex. Wherever they ended up she hoped she got to take a shower.
Gabe and the driver conversed in low tones and Gabe made two very brief phone calls. Then he shifted in his seat and turned to look at her.