directly in front of her.
âJosephine, what the hell was that?â
Joey slid the end of her cane on the sidewalk in front of her. âDonât cross this line, Zaf. If you do, youâll be in my personal space and I wonât like you much. If it helps, I got a great look at your butt. Itâs a nice butt.â
He drilled his fingers through his dark hair, wrecking his GQ millionaire look. Actually, the unbuttoned collar had done that. And the heat he was packing in his holster. And, yeah, that edge about him that had nothing to do with boardrooms and everything to do with hunting a threat.
A threat targeted at her.
âJo,â he pleaded quietly, and she slid her cane back a few inches. âIâm here to protect you. How can I prove that?â
âOne question at a time,â she said. The cane retreated a few inches more, and then it was at her side, and she was letting him into her personal space. âYou want to know what a man has to do to get me to himself?â
âWe need privacy if weâre going to agree on a plan. A sidewalk on the Strip doesnât say privacy to me.â
âWhat does, then?â She watched him cross her invisible border, was suddenly and irrationally impatient for him to touch her the way he had before the violence had separated them. âYour hotel suite?â
âWe could go with that, Jo. Nothing says privacy more than a Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob.â Zaf leaned forward, knocking back her curls from her face. âBut Iâve got something else in mind.â
âWhat?â They began their trek back to the street that held their vehicles.
âInvite me into your house. I want to sweep for bugs, tighten up the security. But I wonât cross that line unless you ask me to.â
âSo we have changed, havenât we?â She stopped, but this time didnât let him leave her. âYou used to know what I wanted without me needing to ask.â
âI canât take risks when it comes to you. Iâve made mistakes. Iâve been wrong beforeâhurt you before.â
âArchangel made me a victim,â she said pointedly. She had to do this, dredge up how his clouded judgment had failed them both. Who stood so close to her this moment? Zaf, the man who could laugh at a joke and fill her up with joy? Or Archangel, the messenger, the black-ops genius with a vendetta to settle?
âIâm not him,â Zaf said. âIâm not the other guy. You need to know that I wasnât really in league with that group. I wasnât going to move drugs for them, but they had to think I was on their side because they were going to lead me to the sons of bitches who killed Raphael.â
Raphael, his younger cousin from Pakistan whoâd been murdered during a trip to the US.
âYou didnât turn? But no one told me it was a cover.â
âOnly our team leader knew, Jo. It had to be that way.â
âYou didnât trust me with your plan...â
He hadnât trusted her, then she hadnât trusted him, and devastation had wound up touching them both.
âI messed up,â he said with regret. âLying to you. Firing that weapon. I didnât want to come back and reopen the wounds. I swear to you, I didnât want this for you.â
But here he was, in spite of himself.
âWhat about what I want, Zaf?â Did he know? Did it even matter to him? She couldnât find the words to guide him, but she ached, standing there unfulfilled and torn to pieces inside.
âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, Jo.â The words grabbed her, yanked her closer until she was curling an arm around his waist. His mouth descended on hers. She didnât care that they were on the street, in the way and on display for the mass of folks shopping and jogging and hurrying along.
Someone bumped them and they parted.
Breathing hard, she stared at the tears collected in
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