She wasn’t going meekly up to the room where he could leave her bound and gagged in the closet, which is what he’d have to do to keep her from following him. “What makes you think I’d be safer here?” she asked, trying to attack his reasoning first. “What if they know where we are? They might be following us right now.” “They’re not.” He glanced in the mirror as he’d done repeatedly, and she knew he was right. No one could have followed his erratic driving without calling attention to himself. “But let’s say there’s a slight chance they could discover you here. I prefer that to the one hundred percent chance that we’ll encounter them in the desert. You don’t know anything about tactics and maneuvers, and you don’t have weapons training. You’ve been invaluable up to this point, Jess, but out there you’re a liability.” She couldn’t answer. It was hard to argue with the truth. After a moment’s silence, he asked more kindly, “Why do you want to go so badly?
