Frank was handling things OK until the gorgeous redhead brought the money and his conscience into it.<br/><br/>He looked up at her sharply. She looked beautiful. Not pretty. Not attractive. Not sexy. Beautiful.<br/><br/>The still damp hair. The green eyes that seemed even greener after a shower. Her soft, clean skin. Her soulful expression. Beautiful. She was like a goddamn mythical creature.<br/><br/>Frank opened his mouth, then closed it. He stood and paced, running a strong hand through his hair and then against the back of his neck. He stopped, sighed and looked at her.<br/><br/>"I don't know what to think. But my contact in Chicago got really defensive. But I won't have a really good feel until I touch base with my people in Philly."<br/><br/>Frank narrowed his eyes at her. "We don't have to be at our next location until tomorrow night. But it's a five hour drive. You won't be riding in the backseat, don't worry. Consider yourself not totally grounded right now. But don't abuse the freedom, Lauren. Because I'm quick with the cuffs."<br/><br/>He smirked at her.