Chapter 35


    “That bad of a day?” That tiny pinch of humor was gone.


    Sensing the start of another shudder, I burrowed myself in the heated fabric of the seat. “More like a bad week.”


    Aaron hummed in response. It was a deep sound, a little like a rumble.


    “This might not surprise you, but I have been close to murdering a few people this week,” I confessed, taking the truce


    I had imposed as a green light for venting to him. “And you are not even at the top of the list.”


    A very light and very subdued snort came from him. Truce and all, I guessed I was allowed to admit that I liked it. It


    made my lips bend in a smile.


    “I …” He trailed off, considering something. “I don’t know how to take that either. Should I be offended or grateful?”


    “You can be both, ckford. Plus, there’s time until the day is over. You can still im your rightful ce as the


    number one person who awakens my most murderous side.”


    We stopped at a light. Aaron’s head turned slowly, and I was caught off guard by how light his expression was. His


    ocean eyes were clear and his face more rxed than I’d ever seen it. We stared at each other for two or three long


    seconds. Another shiver curled at the nape of my neck.


    I med the wet clothes.


    Without missing a beat and as if he had eyes on the side of his head, he turned to the road as the light changed to


    green. “I’ll need directions from this point on.”


    Puzzled by the implications of his request, my head spun in the other direction. I took in theyout of the wide avenue


    we were driving through. “Oh,” I murmured. “We are in Brooklyn.”


    I had been so … distracted that I had forgotten about telling Aaron where I lived. Although he wasn’t too off track. Or


    at all.


    “You live in this part of the city, right? North Central Brooklyn?”


    “Yeah,” I blurted. “Bed-Stuy.” I confirmed with a nod of my head. “I just … how did you know?”


    “Youin.”


    What? I blinked at his exnation.


    He continued, “This way okay, or should I turn?”


    Clearing my throat, I stumbled over my words. “Yes, stay on Humboldt Street, and I’ll let you know when to turn.”


    “Okay.”


    I gripped my seat belt, feeling a little too warm all of a sudden. “So, Iin?” I mumbled.


    “About themute,” Aaron answered calmly. I opened my mouth, but he continued, “You have mentioned that it


    takes you forty-five minutes to get to the part of Brooklyn you live in.” He paused thoughtfully. “You rant about it almost


    every day.”


    My lips clipped shut. I didin but not to him. I pretty much vented to everybody else. Yeah, half the time, Aaron


    was somewhere around, but I never thought he was interested in what I had to say if it didn’t concern work. Or if it


    concerned me.


    He shocked me by asking, “Who’s made the top besides me then? The list with the people you might have wanted to


    murder this week.”


    “Huh …” I trailed off, surprised that he was interested enough to ask.


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    “I want to know mypetition,” he said, sending my head swiveling in his direction. “It’s only fair.”


    Was that a joke? Oh my God, it was, wasn’t it?


    Studying his profile, I felt myself smiling warily. “Let me see.” I could y this game. “All right, so Jeff”—I counted with


    my fingers—“my cousin Charo”—a second finger—“and Gerald. Yes, definitely him too.” I let my hands drop to myp.


    “Hey, look at that; you didn’t even make the top three, ckford. Congrattions.”


    Frankly, I was genuinely surprised myself.


    I watched how his brows furrowed.


    “What’s the problem with your cousin?”


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