Mine To Crave (Mine - Romantic Suspense)

by Cynthia Eden

  Her knees didn’t knock as she made her way to the bedroom. She slammed the door behind her. A nice touch, at least, Jasmine thought so.

  When the door closed, yes, her knees definitely trembled then. And her gaze flew around the room.

  I have to get out of here.

  Because she had to stop Drake and his buddies before they all wound up dead.

  Jasmine inched toward the air vent in the corner. No way could she fit in there. That just left the doors that lead out onto the balcony…

  The balcony. Being as quiet as possible, Jasmine opened the French doors that led outside. She tip-toed onto the balcony. They were about ten stories up. She could see the flash of cars below her. So very far below her.

  Not like she had a choice, though. Jasmine squared her shoulders and inched closer to the edge of that balcony.

  ***

  “So…out of curiosity…what did go down in the elevator?” Trace asked, him voice mild.

  “Shut the hell up,” Drake fired at him. His gaze was on the closed bedroom door. There had been something about Jasmine’s expression when she stormed away…

  Noah strode closer to him. “Give the woman a few minutes to rest. She looked exhausted.” He cocked a brow. “And since when are you the kind of guy who wants to keep twenty-four seven tabs on a woman, anyway?”

  “Since he met a woman who tried to rob him blind.” Trace dropped onto Drake’s couch. “And trust me, with a woman like her, you’re gonna need to keep watching, carefully.”

  Drake narrowed his eyes on his friend. “A woman like her?”

  “Sexy, smart, and dangerous.”

  Noah’s hand slapped down on Drake’s shoulder. “Ah, that makes her just your type, right? Women with an edge are always more interesting.”

  Drake growled at him.

  Noah sobered. “Though I am a bit confused. If some jerks were hauling her into a van, how’d you get her away from them—”

  “I shot one of them.”

  Noah and Trace exchanged a long look.

  What? “I wasn’t going to let them kill her.”

  “But obviously they wanted her alive,” Trace pointed out, “or else they would’ve killed her on sight.”

  For an instant, Drake saw red. The red of Jasmine’s blood. “He wanted to take her away so he could torture her. So he could hurt her because she was helping me. Everything that he wants to do to Jasmine, every pain, is because of me.” Then, softer, “And Anna Jean. He wants to pay me back, and he’s going to use Jasmine to do it.”

  Trace’s fingers drummed on the couch as Drake paced the room. “She’s no innocent. Her file—”

  “Screw the file! She took nothing. She helped me.” His gaze swung back to the closed bedroom door. “And I will help her. I’m not going to let Maxwell get anywhere near her.”

  “That would be where I come in,” Noah said with a slight nod. “Am I still supposed to be the woman’s ride out of town?”

  Drake knew the cops would be monitoring his movements, so he’d decided that it would be best for Jasmine to slip away with Noah. “Yes. You fly her to New York. I’ll be there as soon as things are cleared up down here.”

  Noah tilted his head toward Drake. “You mean as soon as you eliminate the threat posed by Maxwell Case.”

  Drake stared back at him. He thought that was obvious.

  “You can’t kill a man in cold blood,” Trace said.

  “Don’t give me that bullshit.” Drake stopped pacing. “For your precious Skye, just what would you do, Trace? What have you done?”

  Trace’s mouth tightened.

  “Trace loves Skye,” Noah said, voice soft, thoughtful. “Are you saying that you have…feelings for this woman? Do you love her?”

  Drake’s eyes narrowed. “Love has nothing to do with this.”

  ***

  Wind whipped against Jasmine’s body as she stood on the balcony. Her hands gripped the edges of the railing. It was high. It was terrifyingly high.

  But you’re not going down. You just have to go across.

  She’d found her escape path.

  A thin ledge connected two balconies. The balcony in Drake’s apartment, and a balcony that waited about ten feet away. If she got to that other balcony, she could slip away and vanish into the casino.

  If she got to that other balcony.

  Lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating her deadly walk. Thunder rumbled.

  And raindrops hit her.

  She really had shit for luck.

  ***

  “Oh, I forgot,” Noah said as he flashed Drake a hard smile. “You don’t love. Love is for fools like—”

  “You.” Because he’d seen exactly how crazy Noah had become when he fell for Claire. Crazy and desperate. Obsessed.

  Drake had no intention of becoming obsessed with anyone. “Just take Jasmine back to New York with you, okay? When Trace and I are done eliminating Case’s threat, you can stop playing guard.”

  From outside, Drake heard the hard rumble of thunder.

  “You guarded Claire for me…” Noah sighed. “So I guess I can return the favor.”

  “Be warned, Jasmine is nothing like your Claire.” Noah’s wife Claire was sweet and charming, and when Drake had looked into her eyes once, he’d seen all the pain of her past. Claire had nearly been broken by the nightmare that had been her life.

  Jasmine—Jasmine wasn’t broken in any way. She was wild, a firestorm, strong and ready to meet any challenge head on.

  “Hell.” He rushed for his closed bedroom door as realization dawned. “That woman isn’t tired at all.”

  He threw open the bedroom door. The room was empty.

  That wasn’t even possible.

  “Jasmine!”

  “The doors to the balcony are open,” Trace said as he ran in behind Drake.

  The doors were open—and rain poured in from those open doors.

  “It’s storming,” Noah said, sounding lost. “Why would the woman go out in a storm?”

  Drake leapt out onto the balcony. Lightning flashed overhead. He looked down—no Jasmine. She wasn’t lying, body twisted, on the pavement below.

  Thank Christ.

  He heard a faint gasp then, and his gaze shot up and to the left. Jasmine was there, about ten feet away from him, reaching out for the railing on the other side of an incredibly small ledge.

  Drake stopped breathing as he stared at her.

  “Oh, shit,” Noah whispered from behind him.

  Her hand closed around the railing. Drake knew he should be rushing back through his apartment and around to that other balcony, but he couldn’t move, not until he was sure that she was safe.

  Every muscle in his body had turned to stone.

  Slowly, inch by inch, she climbed over the railing and onto that balcony. Her feet were bare, still bare, and when her toes touched down, he finally took a breath.

  “Jasmine.” Her name was on that breath.

  And even though his voice had been low, her head whipped up. Her gaze met his.

  Then she turned and ran.

  Chapter Ten

  Adrenaline had her whole body quaking. Adrenaline and fear and oh, God, but she never wanted to do anything like that again.

  Desperate times make for desperate women.

  She had to get out of Drake’s sight. Get to Victor. End this nightmare before anyone else was hurt.

  She yanked open the balcony door and found herself inside an office. A long conference table waited to the right. She ran past it and toward what she hoped would be an exit door. She had to find the stairs or an elevator and get—

  “Going somewhere?”

  Trace Weston lunged out of the darkness of that room. He stood between Jasmine and her precious exit door. And he was a definite immovable object. His head was cocked as he studied her.

  She staggered to a stop.

  “Unlike Drake, I didn’t stay around to see if you’d make it to the other side of that little ledge.
” He took a step toward her. “I’m the one who’s been investigating you for the last few days, so I know just what you’re capable of doing. What you have done. I knew you’d dance right across that ledge.”

  “Y-your wife is the dancer, not me.” Trace was married to an ex-prima ballerina, so that taunt just rolled right out of her mouth. This big, tough, scary guy had hooked up with a woman as delicate as fine china.

  Maybe opposites really did attract.

  She choked back her fear and said, “You have to get out of my way.”

  Her lead time was dwindling fast. Drake would be running in there soon.

  Trace looked genuinely confused. “Why would I want to do that? I don’t think Drake planned for you to disappear from his life.”

  Her gaze flew to the door behind him. She only had seconds. “I’m going to hurt him.”

  “How?”

  “I’m not a woman to be trusted, but I think you already discovered that.” She inched toward him. “Please, I need to get out of the Masquerade. I have to go see Victor—”

  “The FBI agent?”

  She nodded quickly “He’s the only one who can stop this.”

  His arms crossed over his chest. “You should have more faith in Drake.”

  It wasn’t about faith. It was about what would happen. “I don’t want to hurt him,” she confessed. “So you have to get out of my way.”

  He shook his head.

  Her back teeth locked. She hadn’t made it across that scary-as-sin ledge to be blocked by this guy. Footsteps were pounding outside of the door. Drake—rushing after her.

  “Why did you try to run?” Trace asked her. “We were making plans to fly you up to New York.”

  “Oh, how wonderful,” she muttered. “Plans for my life. Thanks, but I’ve already got plans of my own.”

  And since he wasn’t getting out of her way, Jasmine did the only thing that she could—she made a break for it. A fast, desperate run.

  But Trace caught her before she’d taken more than three steps. His arms locked tightly around her, and he yanked her up against his chest.

  “I don’t trust you, and, unlike Drake, I wasn’t taken in by your innocent eyes.”

  Her eyes were innocent? Since when?

  “You aren’t getting away,” he promised.

  The door burst open. Drake stood there, chest heaving, eyes blazing.

  “Not from any of us.” Trace’s whisper slid into her ear.

  She heaved in his hold. The guy just tightened his grip, so she slammed down her heel. She hit his foot, then his shin, then anything she could find.

  “Stop it!” Drake yanked her out of Trace’s arms. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have died out there.”

  He didn’t get it. “If I stay with you, I am dead. We both are. I’m a target, big and red, and Maxwell is coming for me fast and hard. Or did you miss that shoot out on the street? He wants me, and he’ll take out anyone who gets in his way.” Her gaze darted from Trace to Noah. Lingered on Noah. “I can’t have collateral damage. I won’t.” Just looking at Noah hurt.

  He had no clue who she was to him. And, seeing as how Trace had no doubt given the guy an earful about her many sins, it was better that way.

  “I’m leaving,” she said this flatly. “Even if I have to climb over a dozen balconies, I’ll do it.”

  Noah stalked closer to her. “Balcony climbing isn’t necessary. You are leaving. With me. Our plane will take off within the hour.”

  Jasmine shook her head and flinched away from him. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” No way could that be an option. Not ever. Noah had to be safe. He had a life. A wife. A family.

  I wanted a family. For so long.

  And she was staring right at the family that was hers.

  Noah frowned at her. “Are you…okay?”

  Dammit, she was almost crying in front of the guy! Jasmine blinked away the water that filled her eyes.

  “Jasmine…” Now Drake was sounding all worried and his hand was slowly stroking her arm. “You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t let Maxwell hurt you.”

  Seriously? It wasn’t about her. It was about them! Him. Noah. Even asshole Trace. She straightened her spine. “Tell them,” she demanded with a fast glare at Trace. “Tell them that they’re wasting their time. That I’m not worth any help they want to give.”

  Trace’s eyes narrowed to near slits as he studied her.

  “Tell them!” Jasmine yelled. Her heart was breaking. She couldn’t be this close to Drake…and to Noah.

  Noah doesn’t know me. I’m a stranger to him. A stranger who could rip his life apart.

  She’d never wanted to rip apart Noah’s life. She’d wanted to meet him. Just see him.

  When she’d been a kid, she used to dream about Noah…she’d known he existed, of course. Her mother had told her all about the baby boy she’d given up for adoption.

  She gave him away…but she kept me.

  Jasmine knew Noah was the lucky one.

  Her brother. Standing right there. Staring at her.

  “I’m not worth it,” Jasmine repeated again. “I’m a criminal, a thief.” Her lips twisted into a humorless smile. “A liar. If I had the chance, I’d betray every single one of you.” Her gaze came back to Drake. She made herself say, “Every. Single. One.”

  A muscle flexed in Drake’s jaw.

  Jasmine laughed, and the sound was bitter to her own ears. “Didn’t you learn anything from Anna Jean? You don’t want to trust me. You can’t. So get the hell out of my way before I destroy you all.” Such tough words. Such hard words to say.

  Because she didn’t want to run from Drake and Noah.

  Those two men—they were all she’d ever wanted.

  A lover who made her forget the hell of her life.

  And a brother…family. Real family. Not the kind that was always drunk or high or…willing to sell you.

  Her lips clamped together and she stormed around Drake. He wasn’t stopping her. Good. He’d gotten the message. She was trouble. She was also going.

  “You’ll be dead before the sun sets.” That was Trace making that grim prediction. “Do you want to die?”

  She couldn’t have what she wanted. That was why Jasmine planned to leave Drake behind.

  Her hand touched the doorknob.

  “I don’t trust you.” Drake’s voice stopped her cold.

  But that was what she wanted, right? No trust. No attachment.

  “Maxwell wants you. He wants you very badly.”

  She opened the door.

  Saw the guards in the hallway. Four of them. Hell.

  Drake’s hand closed over her shoulder. “And I’m not going to let that bastard have anything that he wants.” He turned her to face him. “I don’t trust you,” he said once more, like he was driving a nail into her coffin.

  Her chin lifted.

  “But I am going to use you, princess. You’re going to be the bait that brings down that bastard. Then we’ll both be free. You can vanish from my life, and I’ll stay the hell out of yours.”

  ***

  He didn’t like the way Jasmine stared at Noah.

  Drake frowned as he watched Jasmine send yet another furtive glance toward his friend. Why did she keep gazing at the guy with that lost expression in her eyes?

  Yeah, okay, fine, Noah was a ladies’ man. Or he had been, until the guy had settled down with his Claire. Now Noah was full-on obsessed with his lovely new wife, and the guy wasn’t playing the field.

  Jasmine needed to stop watching Noah.

  Fucking now.

  “That’s jealousy.”

  He turned at Trace’s voice. They were in a small, private airport outside of the city. Noah’s plane was supposed to be taking off soon.

  Taking off with Jasmine.

  She’s bait, all right. But she doesn’t have to actually be here when the trap is sprung. He wanted her safely away because he…well, he just wanted her safe.

 
“The way you’re glaring at Noah, it’s a dead giveaway.” Trace sighed softly. “You really sure you want your woman flying off with him?”

  “I trust Noah.” He did.

  “Ah, right. But not her? What if she tries her hand at seducing him? I mean, the woman can’t seem to keep her eyes off the guy.”

  He was growling. Drake tried to stop. He wasn’t an animal, no matter what he might be feeling at that moment. “Noah doesn’t see any woman but Claire.”

  “Huh. Is that how it works?”

  Drake shifted a bit because he’d just noticed that Noah was staring at Jasmine with a guarded, assessing gaze.

  As soon as Jasmine caught the other man’s stare, she immediately stiffened and glanced away.

  “Maybe he was another target for her,” Trace mused. “I mean, the way she’s acting, the woman knows him. Or she knows something about him.”

  Fuck. “The photograph.”

  “The what?”

  He marched away from Trace and headed for Jasmine. Noah stood near her, and his friend nodded as he approached. “About fifteen minutes until take-off,” Noah said. “Once we’re safe in New York, I’ll call you.”

  Drake didn’t glance his way. “You never told me why the photograph mattered.”

  “What photograph?” She immediately asked as her chin notched up.

  Back to that old game, were they?

  He caught her sexy little chin between his thumb and forefinger. “It’s a dead giveaway,” he told her.

  Her eyes widened. So dark and deep. A man could get lost in those eyes.

  Noah would not get lost there.

  “When you lie…your chin rises up a bit.”

  “No it doesn’t,” she whispered back. “It does that when I get scared.”

  He blinked.

  “Uh, we should get on the plane,” Noah announced. “The pilot told me that we’ll be—”

  “Why do you watch Noah so much?” Drake demanded, and he heard the bite of jealousy in his own voice. He’d never been jealous over a woman. Not like this.

  Noah coughed a bit. “Okay, I think I’ll wait on the plane…” He started to back away.

  “Don’t go anywhere,” Drake ordered because he was trying to figure this thing out.