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Chapter 39 - Harry | Road trip

"I really wonder who you've pissed off so badly again that he now wants to chase you all over the country?" she said, dumbfounded and with an energetic shake of her head.
"Baby, the list is long. I don't even know where to start first." I replied with a smug smirk. And it was true.
I had no idea who this guy could be. One of my talents is to piss off everyone I meet, so the potential list of people who want me dead is correspondingly long.

Ashely hummed thoughtfully and let her head wander over the empty street in front of us. "Oh great, that makes it so much easier for us!" she hissed, irony dripping from her sassy tongue.
"Well, since he seems to know your name very well too, it must be someone who has something against both of us," I said thoughtfully.

Ashley turned her head back towards me and then tilted it, her eyes narrowing and her lips forming a line. "Someone who hates the CIA and your gang? Would make sense." she then muttered.

It was the first time we seemed to agree on something and I saw a small smile form unnoticed on her lips.
"I know." I said then and all at once the smile was gone. Maybe I imagined it or maybe my comment reminded her again that I'm an ass. Anyway, no one spoke from then on and so we drove along the empty road.

No idea where we were going, but we definitely had to get away from this region. Who knows how far the nameless man with his friends is already on our heels. We both seemed to be lost in our thoughts until Ashley suddenly reached into her pocket.

She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. But before she could even make the call, I reached over the console, snatched the black device out of her hands and opened my window.
"I'm warning you!" she hissed with a slow simmer to her voice, her index finger raised. With a derisive smirk, I tossed it out the window as I still drove.

With her mouth open, she stared at me and I merely shrugged my shoulders. "You can't use it to make a phone call, or they'll track us down," I explained simply.
Ashley gritted her teeth angrily and sank back deeper into the seat. Annoyed, she grumbled to herself, but had nothing to say in return, because she probably just noticed that we really can't use our own cell phones. In the moment of eagerness she had probably not even thought about it.

Abruptly she leaned over to me and ran over my thigh with her hand to get to my jeans pocket. Her touch I had not expected sent a small shock through my body, but I did not let me notice anything.

But since my pants were so tight, she had trouble getting to my cell phone. "Just let me know you want to get to my crotch so badly," I said with a provocative grin and arched eyebrow when she failed to get to my phone.
She looked up at me with an evil look on her face, but that only made me snicker darkly.
"Shut the fuck up. I want equality, so give me your fucking phone already." she bit back, leaning back into her previous position in her seat.

Somewhat disappointed by her distance from me, I now reached into my pocket and without batting an eye threw my own phone out the window after hers. "Satisfied?" I asked her grimly.
"Of course." she replied with a fake smile and a roll of her eyes.

"What did I say about rolling your eyes?" I growled darkly at her, alluding to our all first meeting. I hated it and she knew it, yet she does it every fucking time.
"That you love it?" she replied sarcastically and with full self-satisfaction.

"Oh just shut your fucking mouth." I grunted. I rolled the window back up and tapped the steering wheel with my thumb and index finger. I noticed Ashely shaking and turned to her briefly, looking for the trigger. She wasn't wearing a jacket.

"Are you cold?" I then wanted to know out of interest and she waited a moment before nodding slightly. I then opened the window again to allow more cold evening air to flow into the car.
"Bastard." she gritted and I was now the one grinning contentedly to myself. Mentally, I patted myself on the back.