“You mistrust on principle.”
“Now you’re catching on.”
“But you trust me.”
He looked at her askance. “What gave you that idea?”
“To have dragged me along with you, you must trust me to some extent.”
“Not as far as I can throw you. Probably even less than you trust me. But, like it or not, we’re dependent on each other.”
“How is that?”
“You need my protection to survive. I need you in order to get what I came after.”
“I’ve told you repeatedly—”
“I know what you’ve told me, but—”
“Mommy?”
The kid’s voice interrupted him. Honor dragged her vexed gaze off him and looked back at her daughter. “What, sweetheart?”
“Are you mad?”
Honor reached over the car seat and patted Emily’s knee. “No, I’m not mad.”
“Is Coburn mad?”
Hearing the kid say his name caused his gut to clench. He’d never heard his name spoken in a child’s voice. It sounded different.
Honor pasted on a smile and lied through her teeth. “No, he’s not mad either.”
“He looks mad.”
“He’s not. He’s just… just…”
He did his earnest best not to l
ook angry. “I’m not mad.”
The kid didn’t buy it. Not entirely, but she switched subjects. “I have to tinkle.”
Honor looked at Coburn, a silent question in her expression. He shrugged. “If she’s gotta go, she’s gotta go.”
“Can we drive to a gas station? I could take her—”
“Un-huh. She can go in the bushes.”
Honor debated it for about fifteen seconds, then was prompted with a plaintive “Mom-mee.” She opened the car door and got out. As she helped Emily from the backseat, she told her that they were going to have an adventure and led her by the hand to the rear of the car.
Coburn heard nothing more except a few conspiratorial whispers. Emily giggled once. He tried to block out the practical implications of a female having to pee in the great outdoors and instead to concentrate on more pressing problems. Like deciding what to do next. As Honor had said, they couldn’t keep driving around in a stolen car.
So where could they go? Not to his place. It was sure to be staked out. He didn’t trust Stan Gillette to safeguard them. He was in thick with the Hawkins brothers, so chances were good he was crooked. Honor was certain of his love and loyalty to her and Emily, but Coburn wasn’t ready to accept that, not without seeing evidence of it for himself. Gillette could also be a law-abiding former Marine who would feel honor-bound to notify the authorities immediately. In which case he still had to be rejected.
The deed done, Emily opened the passenger-side door and grinned across at him. “I did it!”
“Congratulations.”