Niamh froze. The next second, she saw Jonathan turn his head to look at her, his deep eyes crinkling into a devastatingly charming smile. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, unable to handle the intensity of his stare.
Jonathan's smile only deepened. He didn't say anything more and simply continued driving.
The atmosphere in the car turned strange and thick. Niamh almost thought Jonathan had turned on the heat, as she felt uncomfortably warm. In reality, the air conditioning was on full blast. It was a summer night, cool enough that the car's AC should have been refreshing. Yet, for some reason, Niamh couldn't cool down. A peculiar, inexplicable heat was rising from within her, and she knew Jonathan was the cause. She had to admit, if Jonathan wanted to seduce a woman, his success rate was probably close to one hundred percent.
Niamh ran a hand through her hair, her mind racing. "Tonight… Ramona probably won't be getting much sleep."
She forced the conversation back to business, hoping to bring the mysteriously rising temperature in the car back down. Jonathan glanced at her, recognizing her deliberate attempt to change the subject, and decided to play along.
"Do you think… Ramona will really be pushed over the edge and try to eliminate the loose end for good?" he asked.
Niamh considered his question for a moment. Their main goal tonight had been to provoke Ramona. The more unsettled she was, the more likely she'd be to take action against Wade. However…
"She might not act immediately."
"So we just wait?"
"Of course not…" Niamh gave a wry smile and looked back at Jonathan. He knew her better than that; she would never just sit back and wait.

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