Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
She didn’t feel good. Well, maybe she felt too good. She couldn’t tell. One second she wanted to wrap herself around Zach, and then she thought she would puke and then her head was pleasantly floaty.
What the hell had happened?
“I know,” he replied, his voice going low. “And I’m not letting you go this time. I should have done this weeks ago.”
“Done what?” She managed to get her eyes open, and he was every bit as gorgeous as she remembered. Except worse for the wear. He had a cut on his cheek. Not deep, but a bit bloody. His face was still lovely. Like a model but rougher, his life experience showing in the lines of his face, the hard, chiseled jaw. She liked to kiss him there.
They’d been together for a week. How could it feel like a lifetime?
He looked down at her with such tenderness. Such softness, like he’d missed her terribly and only now felt right again. “Kidnap you.”
Not what she expected to hear. And the words reminded her that something was wrong with this scenario. Something beyond the blood and drugs and obviously annoyed British lady.
Zach had betrayed his team. Her family. He’d lied and nearly gotten Kala killed.
She hated Zach.
She loved Zach.
How was she here with Zach? She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near Zach for multiple reasons, the chief one being she wasn’t about to be that pathetic girl who let a man walk all over her and then ask for more the minute he seemed sweet again.
She tried to shake her head. “Let me go.”
He sighed. “I can’t. I did it once. I don’t have it in me to do it again. Devi, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to keep you safe.”
“She’s probably confused.” Angry Brit sounded less ragey. “She’ll sleep soon. You can tell her now, but you might have to tell her again. I gave her enough to keep her out for a couple of hours once she stops fighting it. Taggart, go to sleep. Trust me. There’s nothing luxurious or fun about the flight we’re about to take. I wish I could be sedated.”
What was Angry Brit doing with Zach? Realization flooded her. It was a tale as old as time. She should have known the liar would also be a cheater. Of course she would have to figure out who he cheated on since it sounded like he knew the Brit pretty well. Devi could be the other woman. “Tell your girlfriend I’ll stop fighting when hell freezes over.”
“There she is,” Zach said with what sounded like affection. “There’s my fierce baby. She’s not my girlfriend, Devi. Her name is Lacey Rook, and she’s been helping me for over a year now. She has connections I need to find what I’m looking for, and we’re getting close. I’ll explain it all to you when we get where we’re going. I promise I won’t hold anything back this time.”
Liar. He was a liar, and she shouldn’t be cuddled against him. She tried to get her arms to move but they wouldn’t. “Where am I? What happened?” Kala. It came flooding back. Kala was in trouble. She had been with Kala, and her cousin was in serious trouble with that French man. What was his name? House something. Had they fought?
Her head felt so heavy.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetness. I’ll tell you everything when you wake up. I promise.”
“Liar.” She managed to push the word out of her mouth.
Another stroke of his hand over her hair, and damn but that felt nice. “Yes. I’m a liar, but I’m never going to lie to you again. You’ll understand when I tell you everything.”
“Kala.” Her cousin. She’d been drugged, too. And that man…that awful man had promised to torture her. But she saw another picture of Kala in her head. One of her brilliant, brave cousin trying her hardest to make her limbs work, trying to save them both.
“She’s fine. Cooper got her. I’ll tell you the whole story when we get where we’re going,” he replied.
Kala was okay. She could breathe a little better. Cooper had her. He would take care of her. “Home. Go home.”
Though she couldn’t sort through it all right now with the drugs in her system, she knew she’d been through something traumatic, and she wanted her mom. She wanted her dad.
There was sympathy in his eyes as he stared down at her. “I’m afraid for now your home is with me. There’s no way Huisman doesn’t know about you now. None. That bitch who took you would have told him everything.”
A vision of a dark-haired woman in her forties came over Devi. She had definitely fought with that woman. What was her name?
Why couldn’t she remember anything?
Why did it feel so good to be in his arms? His hands on her body.