CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Isle sat in the front of Rudiger's teched-out RV, watching the large man play some sort of shooting game on his three-monitor setup. The desk agent was muttering beneath his breath into a microphone, saying things like, “...I heard that PinkBottom2—catch this!”
She frowned, turning away from the b****y, pixelated spectacle and glancing back out the front of the RV.
Just then, the passenger door opened, and her heart jolted as she looked sharply over.
There, standing on one of the slanted parking lot lines Rudiger had crossed with his massive mobile home, Sawyer frowned up at her. She glanced past him towards his sedan.
“No Josh?”
He shook his head. “That's a no go,” he replied.
She let out a fluttering little breath, equal parts relieved and disappointed. On one han
