A Lover's Gift by Lynn Michaels

Author:Lynn Michaels [Michaels, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Belgrave House
Published: 1985-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“And Sara too," Aubrey added quietly.

"Yes, Sara too," Jack agreed as he squeezed her hand and then yawned widely.

His shoulders shivered and Aubrey felt a slight tremor in the hand cupped over hers. The steering wheel wobbled a little beneath his left hand and the nose of the Z-28 veered toward the center line.

"Want me to drive?" she asked.

"Might not be a bad idea." He cast her a sideways smile, then stifled another shuddery yawn as he eased the Camaro off the road and onto the shoulder. "We've got to change places before we get to the motel anyway."

"Motel?" Aubrey echoed. "What motel?"

"The one just a mile or so up the road," he answered as he opened his door and motioned her to do the same. "The one you're going to check us into under a false name.”

"But, Jack," she objected as she got out of the car, hurrying around to meet him in front of the headlight beams. "Won't they want to see some ID?"

"This isn't the Hilton, Aubrey." He smiled at her as they crossed paths and he walked around the right side of the car. "They couldn't care less who you are. It'll be no sweat."

"Oh, I don't know," she hedged, a nervous tremor in her voice as she glanced at him over the rain-spattered roof of the Camaro. "What if I say my name is Mary Smith and then they ask to see my license?"

"Don't use such a generic name," he told her, and Aubrey had to slide hurriedly in behind the wheel to hear the rest of what he said. "And in the second place --"he paused to shut his door "-- just offer to pay in advance, flash a twenty, and you'll have a key in your hand before you can say Howard Johnson."

"It's not that I don't trust you," Aubrey lied as she steered the Z-28 back on the road, over the crest of a small hill, and saw a flickering red "Vacancy" sign about a quarter of a mile ahead on her left. "But how can you be so sure?"

"I'm sure," he assured her around another yawn, "because I used to frequent this establishment under the name John Reed with certain young female classmates of mine at Cornell."

"Oh, really?" she replied, she hoped offhandedly, as she nosed the Camaro into the motel drive and narrowly missed sideswiping the mailbox on the side of the road. "What a fascinating bit of nostalgia."

Her attempt at being nonchalant fell flat. She knew it even before Jack's chin turned sharply in her direction. It was too late to take it back, however, so she simply lifted her chin, clamped her hands on the wheel, her eyes on the drive, and floored the accelerator.

Spinning gravel, the Camaro rocketed up the sloping yard. The sudden forward thrust shoved Jack even lower on his spine and flattened him against" the back of the bucket seat. Well out of view of the office, Aubrey skidded the Z-28 to a

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