Not at all. He cast her glances occasionally, but he seemed to understand that Bryn wanted silence more than comfort. She did like that about him; he wasn’t afraid to just let her think, and having him there soothed the constant roil of terror inside her. Except that he can make me do anything he wants, she thought, and shivered, even in the blast of the car’s heater. Anytime he wants it. McCallister glanced her way and turned up the heater. “It’s not that,” she said. He nodded slowly. “You’re realizing how vulnerable you are,” he said. “I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you there was something I could do, but for now, we have to wait and see.” “I thought having a gun would make me feel better, but if you order me to put it away, I have to do that, don’t I?” Her voice sounded soft, but bitter. “I have to do anything you want. Boss.” “I’m not going to take advantage of that.”
