even though she desperately wanted to trust him.
“Wherever you are, you need to stay there. Get out of town for a few days at least. I’ll tell everyone you’re sick.”
“You don’t think I should come back to Miami?” More alarm bells went off in her head. This wasn’t the behavior of a man in the dark. Maybe she couldn’t trust him either. Did he know about the weapons Keane Flight were apparently delivering or selling or whatever?
“I can wire you some money if you need, but you
have
to stay hidden.” His tone bordered on frantic.
“I don’t need money, I need
answers
. What the hell is going on?”
“I can’t explain everything without risking . . . Damn it, Sophie, I can’t tell you. You’ll just have to trust me. In a few days I’ll be able to tell you everything. Promise me you’ll stay hidden and don’t trust anyone.”
No problem there. She didn’t even trust Ronald at this point. “What about Jack?” She glanced over her shoulder.
“Are you still with him?”
“Not anymore.”
“Good. I don’t know much about him, but I don’t think he works for Keane Flight. Since Paul is in a coma, there’s no way to ask. You need to disappear. Just for a few days. Can I contact you on this phone?”
“No, I borrowed it and I need to give it back soon.”
“Try to get your hands on another phone and call as soon as you can.”
“Okay.” Feeling numb and confused, she disconnected and walked over to the older man. “Thanks.”
She’d turned to leave when a hand clamped around her waist in an iron grip. She whipped around and found herself staring up into Jack’s pale blue, hard eyes. Before she had a chance to react, Jack had her back pressed up against the bar. “Where’ve you been,
sweetheart
?”
His tone might be endearing, but his eyes glinted with a deadly edge. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the man who’d let her use his phone watching them. When she tried to move, Jack pressed harder, his muscular stomach and chest an immovable force. The wooden edge of the bar dug into her spine.
An icy chill crept up the back of her neck as she tried to shift again and failed. The man was like stone. “I got a flat tire and, uh, my cell phone died.”
Jack leaned down close to her ear so that only she could hear. “Don’t make a scene.”
His hot breath on her skin sent a wave of clamminess over her entire body. She hadn’t been too afraid of him before, but now she was rethinking her escape attempt. Maybe she should just have run and hidden somewhere. She nodded, hating that his close proximity rattled her physically. Taking his extended hand, she let him lead her from the bar. “What are you going to do?”
“
You
are going to eat dinner and then we’re going to talk.”
He wanted to feed her? That didn’t seem like the actions of a man bent on hurting her. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. She tugged once, but he simply tightened his grip. It was almost deceptively gentle even if he was immovable. Her palm was sweaty, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He was holding tight.
“Are you going to hurt me?” She hated the fear she heard in her voice but couldn’t hide it. He was a lot bigger and stronger than her and he was clearly deadly.
His lips pulled into a thin line. “I don’t hurt women, Sophie, and I would
never
hurt
you
. But I will get my answers.”
She bit her bottom lip. The way he said her name was too familiar. It rolled off his tongue as if they were friends. Maybe more than friends. Lovers even. She swallowed at the abrupt, ridiculous thought and forced herself to look away from his granite profile. She also tried to ignore the sudden heaviness in her breasts.
Something else was happening here between them, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around the implications. Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw Sam. It actually explained her insane erotic draw to the man who could be her enemy. Her body was at war with itself.
“Wherever you are, you need to stay there. Get out of town for a few days at least. I’ll tell everyone you’re sick.”
“You don’t think I should come back to Miami?” More alarm bells went off in her head. This wasn’t the behavior of a man in the dark. Maybe she couldn’t trust him either. Did he know about the weapons Keane Flight were apparently delivering or selling or whatever?
“I can wire you some money if you need, but you
have
to stay hidden.” His tone bordered on frantic.
“I don’t need money, I need
answers
. What the hell is going on?”
“I can’t explain everything without risking . . . Damn it, Sophie, I can’t tell you. You’ll just have to trust me. In a few days I’ll be able to tell you everything. Promise me you’ll stay hidden and don’t trust anyone.”
No problem there. She didn’t even trust Ronald at this point. “What about Jack?” She glanced over her shoulder.
“Are you still with him?”
“Not anymore.”
“Good. I don’t know much about him, but I don’t think he works for Keane Flight. Since Paul is in a coma, there’s no way to ask. You need to disappear. Just for a few days. Can I contact you on this phone?”
“No, I borrowed it and I need to give it back soon.”
“Try to get your hands on another phone and call as soon as you can.”
“Okay.” Feeling numb and confused, she disconnected and walked over to the older man. “Thanks.”
She’d turned to leave when a hand clamped around her waist in an iron grip. She whipped around and found herself staring up into Jack’s pale blue, hard eyes. Before she had a chance to react, Jack had her back pressed up against the bar. “Where’ve you been,
sweetheart
?”
His tone might be endearing, but his eyes glinted with a deadly edge. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the man who’d let her use his phone watching them. When she tried to move, Jack pressed harder, his muscular stomach and chest an immovable force. The wooden edge of the bar dug into her spine.
An icy chill crept up the back of her neck as she tried to shift again and failed. The man was like stone. “I got a flat tire and, uh, my cell phone died.”
Jack leaned down close to her ear so that only she could hear. “Don’t make a scene.”
His hot breath on her skin sent a wave of clamminess over her entire body. She hadn’t been too afraid of him before, but now she was rethinking her escape attempt. Maybe she should just have run and hidden somewhere. She nodded, hating that his close proximity rattled her physically. Taking his extended hand, she let him lead her from the bar. “What are you going to do?”
“
You
are going to eat dinner and then we’re going to talk.”
He wanted to feed her? That didn’t seem like the actions of a man bent on hurting her. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. She tugged once, but he simply tightened his grip. It was almost deceptively gentle even if he was immovable. Her palm was sweaty, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He was holding tight.
“Are you going to hurt me?” She hated the fear she heard in her voice but couldn’t hide it. He was a lot bigger and stronger than her and he was clearly deadly.
His lips pulled into a thin line. “I don’t hurt women, Sophie, and I would
never
hurt
you
. But I will get my answers.”
She bit her bottom lip. The way he said her name was too familiar. It rolled off his tongue as if they were friends. Maybe more than friends. Lovers even. She swallowed at the abrupt, ridiculous thought and forced herself to look away from his granite profile. She also tried to ignore the sudden heaviness in her breasts.
Something else was happening here between them, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around the implications. Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw Sam. It actually explained her insane erotic draw to the man who could be her enemy. Her body was at war with itself.
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