Nate instructed Ali as they wove in and out of Chicago traffic, Phantom squeezing between the cars that hadn’t already made room for the roaring beast of a bike. “Ozzie just called and told me the river tunnel is inop, so we’re goin’ in the front door hot and fast.” “River tunnel?” her voice sounded scratchy, unused. Well, no surprise there, considering these were the first words they’d spoken to one another since Nate fucked up royally back in that despicable motel room. Nearly fifteen solid hours of total, you’re-such-an-asshole silence where Ali didn’t deign to touch him save for the few instances when she’d had to brace herself as they leaned into curves. He’d never thought it possible to crave or…miss simple contact from another human being so much in his life. “Oh, you mean the Bat Cave,” she said, answering her own question. “What happened?” Man, just the sound of her voice made his heart rate kick up a notch.
