'Of course. We'll have to drop him,' he jerks his head at Hector, who is drunk enough to have dozed off before getting his cigarette lit, 'off first. And I'll need a shower. But after that.'

His hand comes to rest on her thigh, like it has a right to be there.

There's a car with his crew in behind them. Even if there weren't, he probably wouldn't turn around and notice the car behind that following them. Chances are good none of his guys have noticed either but they'll all find out soon enough.