“Riva,” Jo said. “Come on.”
Benton had now included Jo in the sphere of people he didn’t react to. He didn’t move an inch at the sound of her voice.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Riva said, keeping her voice as steady as she could. Her pulse slammed in her veins as she followed Jo out of the motel room.
“I’m glad you came with me,” Jo muttered as she closed the door behind them. “Maybe you’re not as much of an idiot as I thought you were.”
“Uh, thanks? What are you doing here? Did Daisy tell you where to find me?”
“Daisy brought me here,” Jo said. She pointed toward a familiar car, parked at the back of the lot, headlights off. “She’s all hung up on you. I swear I’ll hit you if you get her into any more trouble.”