Phoebe was too freaked out to even twitch. She sat ramrod straight on Theodore, scared stiff that any move would catch Jack''s eye up front. Theodore leaned in, "Chill out, will ya? Loosen up a bit."


    He put his hand on her back, feeling her tense as a board. It was bugging him, and he frowned.


    Jack heard the ruckus behind him. His hand jerked on the wheel, but he kept his eyes glued to the road, his ears turning a suspicious shade of red. Was he getting a free show or what?@@novelbin@@


    Phoebe bit her lip, praying Theodore wouldn''t drop another bomb. She melted into him, leaning close.


    Only then did Theodore stop fidgeting. He shut his eyes, his breathing evened out, and he dozed off as the car zoomed down the highway.


    Phoebe knew he was beat. The guy had been pulling all-nighters at the hospital, juggling a million things. Even a robot would crash under that load. They rolled into Imperial Apartment and parked in the underground garage. Jack finally dared a quick peek in the rearview mirror.


    Phoebe was still awake, listening to Theodore''s steady breathing. She said, "Jack, grab a cab home. Mr. Reynolds is wiped; let him catch some Z''s."


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