by Lorna Tedder
We needed a plan. Or at least, I would have felt a lot better with one.
The tiles were safely hidden, untouched. Still, my ears rang. My energy seemed heightened, as if every pore of my skin had come to life. I felt my life force rising from between my legs, up through my chest and out the top of my head. What was happening to me?
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through the narrow room on tiptoe so my boots wouldn’t clomp on the floor.
“Eric?” I whispered, poking my head into his room.
I saw him just in time to duck. He drew back from the corner of the door. The bodyguard expelled a sigh that fluttered the hair over his eyes.
“Do not sneak up on me. I could have killed you.”
“With what?” I smirked. He’d obviously left his gun by his bed. “I could have killed you. ” I jerked my head in the direction of the knife wavering from the door-frame. “There. I brought you a present.”
He frowned. “How romantic.”
“Not exactly.” My skin felt electric all over. As if I’d been hit with an energy field. Not just Eric’s, either. I found it harder to breathe. “Anyway, no sign of…our employer…or any of his associates. But I doubt any of them could get through the rain.”
Eric agreed. “If they’re still manipulating the storm, something’s wrong. There’s no way they’d hold it in place for this long if they knew where we were. They’ve used the tactic before to slow down an adversary or hold him in place. If they were trying only to hold us in position, they would have been here hours ago, letting the storm die down as they got closer. I don’t think they know where we are. Myrddin said it was very difficult for them to track us in bad weather, even when they’re the ones creating the bad weather. So they’ll keep the storm swirling over the whole area until they can locate us, but I’ve taken precautions so we won’t be found.”
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been outside but not far. Anything beyond the door and he would have been soaked through.
“I paid the innkeeper’s younger son to drive our car about ten kilometers from here and abandon it near a tourist spot where buses run regularly. If there’s a second tracker on the car—and I’m sure now that there is—
that’s where they’ll go. They’ll think we’ve headed into the next city. That should throw them off long enough for us to acquire another means of transportation.”
I cocked my head and continued to brush at imaginary raindrops on his chest. I liked the way the fabric lay against his collarbone. “So how are you planning to kill time until the rain stops?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Sleep. Read. Any way I can.”
“Any way?” I said softly. He couldn’t miss my meaning. Under his sweater, Eric bulged in all the right places, and I already had the nervousness of our situation thrumming through my body. I would not be able to sleep tonight, no matter how demanding tomorrow might be.
“Benny’s asleep in the next room,” I hinted.
“He is.”
Damn, but something had activated my kundalini. My life force sizzled through my body as if it started with my root chakra—or energy center—and rose through my core to my crown. Was that why my ears rang?
“The kid sleeps through anything,” I told Eric. “He’ll probably sleep until morning.”
“Probably.”
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Most men would have had their clothes off by now.
Eric seemed a little shy. All that Scorpio rising, I guessed. And I felt rather brazen. The likelihood of escaping the Adrianos, given all they knew about me, made me want to grab whatever passion life might offer before life itself ended. Their knowing how to manipulate Mother Nature did not bode well for me.
“I think, Eric, that I will…freshen up with a hot bath.” The words came out low and guttural. He couldn’t have missed my intentions, but he said nothing. If anything, he held his breath as if afraid to move. Instead he watched me turn and sashay into the bathroom, closing the door behind me but not all the way.
I stood in the middle of the tiny bathroom and stared at my reflection in the faded mirror. The florescent bulb over the mirror wavered, pronouncing the hollows under my eyes and making them look a bit deeper than usual.
The bad lighting made my skin look sallow, lifeless, with a tint of blue, as if every drop of blood had been drained from me. It’s not a bad look in some Goth clubs, but it’s not the one I was going for tonight.
I peeled off my dress, first over my shoulders and then shoving it with my hands down over my hips, until it fell in a pool of brown velvet at my bare feet. Without looking down, I stepped out of the dress.
I thumbed the clasp of my black lace bra, and the forces of the earth claimed the scrap of cloth. And then I was naked.
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instead of warm. I shivered in the flow and tried to let it wash away the weariness. Tired as I was, I was still wide-awake. There’d be no sleeping tonight. I wanted something.
I wanted…a moment of passion, of tenderness, of wild sex, of sweet kisses, of just being held and close to another human being, especially one who made my blood pump faster.
This man, Eric Cabordes, had traits I liked. Integrity, inventiveness, the fire in his eyes. And a tender spot for children. Always before, there’d been some hope of Matthew out there. Some hope that had held me back, that had kept me from giving myself wholly to a man—
if I ever could. I’d given my heart long ago to Matthew with the hope that I’d have him back again someday.
Everything was different now. The nagging intuition had been confirmed for me. There’d be no more Matthew. He was gone. I’d had lovers since, but I’d never let myself care for any of them. Not really. A few had come close to worming their way into my heart, but then I’d simply left town, moved on, never looked back.
I couldn’t afford to. After all, Matthew might walk through that door any day, I’d told myself, or I might stumble upon him while away on an assignment.
Somehow I’d find him again, I’d promised myself.
I’d lived for years as free as any woman could ever hope to live and still be in the Adriano’s gilded cage.
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know me at all. Always on the move. Never settling down. Seeing everything in the world and being the gypsy I’d always dreamed of being and yet…always in limbo. Never willing to move on with my life and put down roots. The only thing that had held me to the planet was the memory of Lilah and the hope of finding Matthew again. My future, for years, had been entirely focused on my past.
Because of the past twenty-four hours, I was certain I could never go near Lilah. I’d just get her killed if I did. She thought I was dead, and maybe it wasn’t so far-fetched for her to believe I was. Unless I was in the middle of a heist, I rarely felt alive anymore.
And as for Matthew, he was gone forever. And so at last I was free. Really free.
I let the chilled water splash against my face. Free.
And I’d never felt so lonely in my life.
How much longer could I elude Simon and Caleb now that they knew my true identity? I sighed and shut off the water. I was as good as dead already. I wasn’t free at all. But for tonight, if tonight was the last night of my world, then I needed something, wanted something, maybe passion, maybe hope. It was too late for anything more than that, anything more than just losing myself in the moment with Eric.
I dried my skin with a skimpy white towel and peeked throug
h the door to Benny’s room to make sure he was asleep and safe. I locked the door quietly between his room and the bathroom, then walked nervously to the door to Eric’s room and opened it.
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For a second I watched him on the bed, reclining, fully dressed, eyes closed, peaceful. The floor felt cold to my bare feet. Then he sensed me standing there and opened his eyes.
A very young woman might have played coy and let the towel drop with a well-placed “oops.” Not me. I was grown-up enough to know exactly what I wanted and to let my partner know exactly what I wanted.
With one hand, I whipped off the towel and snapped it, then tossed it on the floor. I stood there and watched his reaction. He didn’t move. Nothing but his eyes. He broke eye contact and let his gaze drift downward over my body. I didn’t smile but rather cocked my head and waited. No doubt about it, the man definitely knew what I wanted—him.
“Do you, uh…”
I watched him swallow. I didn’t move either, except to let my hands rake over my hips and drop loosely to my thighs. It was just enough movement to make him swallow again.
“Do you need some nightclothes? The innkeeper may have something for you.”
“I don’t need nightclothes,” I whispered.
I ran one hand through my damp hair, then brought my palm down across my neck, over my breasts and stomach and back down to my hip. A calculated move, yes, but it warranted another swallow from a man who was otherwise calm, cool and collected unless he was screaming at me to drive faster. Let the twentysome-things be uncertain of their bodies and hide behind Lorna Tedder
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pillows and candlelight. Not me. I was old enough to know exactly what I liked and how I liked it—and that real men found my confidence sexy.
Though this one seemed to find it unnerving.
“It’s been a long time,” I confessed before I realized I’d said it. I didn’t say what had been a long time.
“I doubt that.”
“Whether you believe it doesn’t matter.” I slithered down on the bed beside him and slid one palm up the leg of his trousers. Yes, nice and hard. I smiled to myself. “I’ve got a little too much restless energy and not enough ways to tame it.”
His breathing ratcheted up a notch. “You should cover up. We could have visitors at any moment. You’d be at a disadvantage.” The words caught in his throat. He forced them out, his breaths coming faster as I slid my other hand under his sweater and found the buckle of his belt.
“True,” I conceded. “Then again, maybe my nudity would disarm them.” I kissed his hard belly just above the belt and continued to work the buckle. “But you’ve made your point. We should hurry. We might not have much time tonight.” And I’ll never have as long as I’d want with this man.
He shook his head. “The storm… We should stay on alert.”
“I’m very alert, I promise you.” I cupped my hand over his erection and fidgeted with the unrelenting buckle.
“So are you.”
“Aubrey…Simon’s men…” He was resisting me, fighting me without moving. “This isn’t a good time.”
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I dipped to kiss the deep-cut muscle that ran parallel to his pelvic bone as I tugged downward on the belt.
Why was he being so stubborn? “There may not be another time. There may not be a tomorrow.”
He caught my hands in his. “I have a little more faith than you do.”
He pulled me up to him, dodged my lips and buried his mouth in the hollow under my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the sensations claim me. He rolled over on top of me, one hand trapped under my back while the other yanked the buckle open. He kissed my neck and then licked at my nipple. I heard his zipper give way, and he pushed his trousers off with one hand.
God, I couldn’t wait! This could very well be the last time a man ever touched me in passion, the last time I’d ever let my own fervor play out. I let my want tear through me and push every other worry aside so that there was nothing but this moment in time. I plunged my hand low on his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him to me.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered raggedly into his ear. I opened my eyes long enough to see he was watching me, then shut them tightly again.
“Aubrey…”
He went stock-still. By the time I opened my eyes, he was sitting on the side of the bed, shaking his head and looking at me as if I’d just broken his heart.
“Eric?” I extended a hand to his thigh, but he pushed away from my touch.
“It doesn’t matter how naked you are, Aubrey. All I see is armor.”
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“Wh…?” I gripped his shoulder, but he shook me off.
“It doesn’t matter how wide you’d spread your legs for me. I’d never get inside you. You’re the most emo-tionally isolated person I’ve ever met, and that includes stone-cold killers.”
“What?” I sat up. He was rejecting me? But I needed him, needed his fire, needed to feel alive again. “You think I’m closed off?”
“I’m saying your armor is too thick for any man to get through. And you like it that way.” He stared straight ahead as I cursed him.
“You used to be so alive, Aubrey.”
“How would you know what I used to be? Oh, that’s right. You work for the Adrianos. You know everything.”
“I also work for Myrddin.” He turned just his face to me. “I know everything about you that he knows and I know how you once were, how alive you used to be, what kind of destiny you had before you. But you’ve spent it all on the past. You might as well be dead already. You’re already a ghost. You haven’t let yourself feel anything in years.”
Was that what was happening to me now? The tiles, the ringing ears? I was starting to feel? After all these years? Was that this strange electricity in my skin—
the letting go of long-lost lovers and the acceptance that my future was something that would never work out as planned? I shook it away and snapped back to Eric instead.
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your life. Well, he’s cute, but he’s not yours. Why don’t you go get yourself a real wife and kid?”
He flinched as if I’d slapped him, then rose and stalked to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him, and a few seconds later I heard the shower running.
I sat there, seething. I glanced from the door of his room to the window. I should leave, I decided. Then and there. Not even wait for his return. Except that it was still storming outside, my clothes were in the bathroom with Eric, my key was inside my clothes in the bathroom with Eric and the artifacts were hidden under Benny’s bed in the next room—and I absolutely would not sneak naked into a little boy’s room.
Damn. What have I done? I ached all over, and in ways I didn’t understand.
Twenty minutes later, the shower quieted and the door to the bathroom opened. Eric stepped out, damp and naked. He quickly wrapped a thin towel around his waist to cover up. Resolute and angry, I was still lying naked on his bed. He seemed genuinely surprised to see me there.
“I…I thought you might have gone.”
“I considered it.” I didn’t move except to deepen my glare.
“Aubrey…” He crossed the small room to the bed and sat on the edge, shoulders hunched as he stared at the floor. “I’ve read every report that’s ever been written about you. At least ten years’ worth. I know everything there is to know. What you were like as a girl. As a young woman. Later, when Max lured you back to Europe and you gradually turned into one of them. But I like you.”
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“Yeah. I can tell.”
“No.” He frowned up at me. A droplet of water traced a path down his temple and fell to the mattress. “I mean it. I like you. I just don’t lik
e what you’ve become.”
I flung myself upright and started to slip off the bed and leave him for certain this time, but his next words stopped me cold.
“I had a wife and child.”
I settled back onto the bed. Had. Had a wife and child. Meaning no more.
“A wife and children, actually. One little girl and another on the way.”
Girls. Eric had girls. He would understand the specialness of a daughter.
“What happened?” I finally asked.
“You’re not the only one who lost everything in your life that was important to you.” His breathing slowed. I could see the heaviness on his shoulders. “My wife…
she was so full of life. Literally. She was pregnant with our second child. Eight months.” His eyes misted over.
“I had the most fantastic little girl. She would have been two years older than her sister.”
“Eric—” I started to touch his shoulder, but he held up his hand to stop me.
“You think you have all these plans, Aubrey. My wife had plans, too. She had plans and she lived every moment. We both had plans. Plans for our daughters.
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plan.” He swallowed. “Like when I fell in love with my wife. And our daughters. Neither one of them was planned. Birth control failed every time. We used to say they were fated. Meant to be. But I guess they weren’t meant to grow up.”
“Eric.” This time I managed to touch his shoulder before he shook me off. I felt the resistance in his muscles, but then he relaxed and permitted my fingers on his skin.
“It happened several years ago, right after I started working for Adriano Security. Josh had been my roommate in college, and we’d run into each other and he’d offered me a better job than the one I had heading up corporate surveillance for an American company in Paris. Overnight, we were best friends all over again.
And then it happened.”