Thursday. McLean, VA.
CANDI STILL FELT OFF balance from earlier. After Q's call with his teammate, she'd felt all kinds of conflicted.
She was lying to herself and Q. At some point over the last few days, she'd stopped holding onto all that bitterness and distrust that had plagued their first few days. It was her and Q against it all. Just like she'd always wanted it to be. Only, with less potential for death.
There was no crystal ball to tell her how this would end or what the future held, but she knew her plans to simply walk away from Q and this wild ride were impossible. She'd thought her work at the CIA was what had breathed so much life into her. Now, just driving with Q, she had to wonder if it had been him all along.
What that meant for her future or what they might do together, she didn't know yet. But she wanted to find out. Later. After they'd seen this through. Broaching that topic would just distract them, and they didn't need that.