said.
Torrent didn’t want to tell him he was being foolhardy, that it was too close to a major artery, and his kit did not have the instruments needed for that. “I need my shirt,” he told Alyssa.
“It’s torn and bloody. You can have one of Jesse’s. Where do you think you’re going?” She put her hands on her hips. Her brows were a downward arched vee.
“Omar needs help. I know someone who can help him.”
One brow flew up. “Can’t you? I saw you that day on the roof.”
That seemed like ages ago. Was it really just a few days ago?
“No. I can’t. But if you’ll get me that shirt and stay out of my way, I can get him the help he needs.”
----
A lyssa huffed . “I’m going with you.”
“Who’s going to watch Gillie?”
Good point. She wasn’t about to leave him with Omar again.
Damn Torrent. He was right. She couldn’t go with him.
And she was dead tired too. She’d be a hindrance in this state. Not to mention that fatigue made her overemotional.
Everyone else had gone to work, with bags under their eyes and yawning. She’d made Jesse, Belinda, and Sonya breakfast then sent them on their way. They were all pretending it was just another day.
During the night, after she’d seen to Torrent and Omar, she’d helped her brother and cousins move the bodies of the two dead privateers and drop them down the elevator shaft. It was the best place they could think of to dispose of them as the shaft was blocked off with cement on all the lower floors. Unless someone opened the shaft up at the bottom floor, they’d never be found. And that had been cemented in as well.
Torrent took Alyssa’s hand, pulled her closer. “You’ll wait here? If there’s any reason you have to leave, I’ll meet you at the tunnel entrance to the place you taught four nights ago.”
“What? How…?” She shook her head. She didn’t want to know how he knew the things he knew. She didn’t even want to think about the object she’d discovered in his abdomen.
She pulled her hand out of his as she felt a slow heat rise to her chest, then to her cheeks as she thought of the parts of him that were definitely all man.
“I’m confused,” she said when she’d walked him to the front door.
He stood in the doorway, blocking her way to the hallway. “I’m pretty confused myself,” he admitted in return.
“How can you be confused? You’re the one with all the answers.”
“I don’t have an answer to why I feel the way I do about you. And that’s the biggest question of all.” His blue eyes were clear in their honesty.
She didn’t doubt him for a second.
He put a hand on either side of her shoulders and leaned forward, trapping her against the hallway wall.
She was a willing captive.
Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m coming back for you. And for Gillie. And the rest of your family. I’ll get Omar the help he needs. We’ll figure the rest of it out.”
Alyssa brought her hands up to his face. Closing her eyes, she traced the contours of his high cheekbones, imagined the light blue eyes with their earnest fire, the full lips, the jawline carved of stone.
“I’ll be here,” she whispered. They’d figure out the rest of it later.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was close to time for Belinda, Sonya, and Jesse to get home.
Maybe she would have told him a lie because maybe she wouldn’t be here. Maybe she’d follow him. When Belinda, Sonya, and Jesse came home, she just might not stay here. She’d go see if she could help.
Somehow.
Chapter Eighteen
T orrent walked toward the wall . He’d made a detour trip to his hiding spot in the building across from Alyssa’s and picked up his side bag, but left the rest of his gear, then headed toward the wall so he could join his team and see if they could help Omar.
It was still an hour from darkness, an hour from curfew. But the problem was the wall. He couldn’t very well expect to scale it in the broad
Torrent didn’t want to tell him he was being foolhardy, that it was too close to a major artery, and his kit did not have the instruments needed for that. “I need my shirt,” he told Alyssa.
“It’s torn and bloody. You can have one of Jesse’s. Where do you think you’re going?” She put her hands on her hips. Her brows were a downward arched vee.
“Omar needs help. I know someone who can help him.”
One brow flew up. “Can’t you? I saw you that day on the roof.”
That seemed like ages ago. Was it really just a few days ago?
“No. I can’t. But if you’ll get me that shirt and stay out of my way, I can get him the help he needs.”
----
A lyssa huffed . “I’m going with you.”
“Who’s going to watch Gillie?”
Good point. She wasn’t about to leave him with Omar again.
Damn Torrent. He was right. She couldn’t go with him.
And she was dead tired too. She’d be a hindrance in this state. Not to mention that fatigue made her overemotional.
Everyone else had gone to work, with bags under their eyes and yawning. She’d made Jesse, Belinda, and Sonya breakfast then sent them on their way. They were all pretending it was just another day.
During the night, after she’d seen to Torrent and Omar, she’d helped her brother and cousins move the bodies of the two dead privateers and drop them down the elevator shaft. It was the best place they could think of to dispose of them as the shaft was blocked off with cement on all the lower floors. Unless someone opened the shaft up at the bottom floor, they’d never be found. And that had been cemented in as well.
Torrent took Alyssa’s hand, pulled her closer. “You’ll wait here? If there’s any reason you have to leave, I’ll meet you at the tunnel entrance to the place you taught four nights ago.”
“What? How…?” She shook her head. She didn’t want to know how he knew the things he knew. She didn’t even want to think about the object she’d discovered in his abdomen.
She pulled her hand out of his as she felt a slow heat rise to her chest, then to her cheeks as she thought of the parts of him that were definitely all man.
“I’m confused,” she said when she’d walked him to the front door.
He stood in the doorway, blocking her way to the hallway. “I’m pretty confused myself,” he admitted in return.
“How can you be confused? You’re the one with all the answers.”
“I don’t have an answer to why I feel the way I do about you. And that’s the biggest question of all.” His blue eyes were clear in their honesty.
She didn’t doubt him for a second.
He put a hand on either side of her shoulders and leaned forward, trapping her against the hallway wall.
She was a willing captive.
Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m coming back for you. And for Gillie. And the rest of your family. I’ll get Omar the help he needs. We’ll figure the rest of it out.”
Alyssa brought her hands up to his face. Closing her eyes, she traced the contours of his high cheekbones, imagined the light blue eyes with their earnest fire, the full lips, the jawline carved of stone.
“I’ll be here,” she whispered. They’d figure out the rest of it later.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was close to time for Belinda, Sonya, and Jesse to get home.
Maybe she would have told him a lie because maybe she wouldn’t be here. Maybe she’d follow him. When Belinda, Sonya, and Jesse came home, she just might not stay here. She’d go see if she could help.
Somehow.
Chapter Eighteen
T orrent walked toward the wall . He’d made a detour trip to his hiding spot in the building across from Alyssa’s and picked up his side bag, but left the rest of his gear, then headed toward the wall so he could join his team and see if they could help Omar.
It was still an hour from darkness, an hour from curfew. But the problem was the wall. He couldn’t very well expect to scale it in the broad
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