[ WP ] You and your SO live a nomadic life . You 're a handyman , taking jobs as they come . They 're a hacker . They wake you in a panic - it 's time to run .

Have you ever tried driving bollock naked? And on those faux leather seats so you stick to it? Do n't judge me, if I knew I had to speed around starkers in it I would n't have bought the thing. 
 
 It's a TVR convertible, 1994. And it is gorgeous, especially when in a high-speed car chase. 
 
 `` Are you sure I did n't even have time to put pants on?'' I glanced over at Eva. She was wrapped up in a huge sweater - big even for me. 
 
 `` Just shut up and drive. Besides,'' she gave me a cocky smirk, `` it's so cold no one can see it.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, what if they catch us? Then I'll be beaten-up, probably left for dead in the bushes until I'm found by a rambler, and because I'm naked, everyone will assume I've been cottaging.'' Eva turned up the radio - George Michael. 
 
 `` You're right. And it's all because of your own stupidity. Why did n't you pay the man?'' 
 
 `` He tried to pull a fast one, Eva. A man has to stick to his principles.'' 
 
 `` Look where that's got you.'' Eva flicked her head up at me from her laptop. The thing is more like a child to her, it should have it's own fucking stroller. `` Thank god I was up late coding when his truck pulled up, or we'd both have our skulls bashed in. Who the hell do you hire?'' 
 
 `` Oh, excuse me for trying out someone new because my *girlfriend* ca n't have a fixed address. Sure, this redneck might be chasing me but, last I remembered, do n't you have the whole government looking for you love? You know, Scotland FUCKING Yard.'' 
 
 `` Scotland Yard do n't have baseball bats.'' 
 
 `` No, just snipers, helicopters, hand grenades. Oh my god, they've got hand grenades. I'd never thought of that before.'' 
 
 `` They do n't have iPhones plugged into their cars either.'' 
 
 `` They have hand grena... Wait, what?'' 
 
 `` Just shut up for a minute.'' She's locked back on the screen. Eyes fixed, teeth gritted, hair very cutely hanging off her ear. I swerve, remembering to pay attention to the road and not her fucking hair. 
 
 Reid is behind us in his truck. He always boasted about the'sheer engine power' on his truck. Well, my TVR's been in the mechanics more times than he's had chips for breakfast. The truck is most definitely catching up. It is kind of funny that our first high-speed escape is because of me, not her. 
 
 I glance back into my mirror. Shit he's really close now. I can see the Sun newspaper on his Dashboard, his Pukka Pies wrapper, even the whites of his dandruff. 
 
 `` He's gon na run me off the road, Eva. He's actually gon na do it.'' 
 
 `` One day, you'll die. And I'll laugh. But it wo n't be today.'' Eva smirked, tapping triumphantly on her keypad. 
 
 I could hear the tire screech behind me, and I did n't need to check my mirror to know the asshole had taken a quick diversion to the hospital. I made a mental note never to plug my iPhone into the car again. 
 
 I slowed down, and grinned at Eva. She winked back at me. She knows that drives me wild. After leaning over and helping herself to a kiss, she slumped back down in her seat and turned up the George Michael a little louder. 
 
 `` Let's get out of this town.'' She yells over the music. My balls chaff horribly against my sweaty thigh as my foot presses on the accelerator. 
 
 

