Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I let her drive me back, putting distance between us again as I let the information settle, but I don’t release her gaze. The fire of jealousy that erupted in a second flat dies down just as fast. Her answer eases me, but I don’t let her look away from me. “It’ll never matter how many other men there were, are, or will be. It will never change the fact that you’re mine.”
“Stop.” She grabs her head between her hands. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Why?” The word grates in my throat. “Because it’s the truth and you can’t handle it?”
“Because I can’t give you what you want.”
“You,” I say without hesitation. “That’s all I’ve wanted from the moment I laid eyes on you. Just you. I have no preset ideas or qualifying criteria.”
A wry smile plays over her lips as she shakes her head. I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little mind of hers, which makes it hard to come up with a strategy of winning her over.
I backtrack to the door, giving her space. For now. Taking my phone from my pocket, I dial Leon. She watches me from under her lashes as I walk from the room.
He answers with, “Changed your mind about that fishing trip, did you?”
My voice bounces off the walls of the spacious lobby. “I need you to hack a phone for me.”
“Ah, and here I was thinking you’re calling because you’re missing me.”
“I’ll need a tracer on any number at the receiving end of the line.”
“Whoa. Slow down a minute. That’s big stuff.”
“I know you can do it.”
“I can’t, not yet, but my boss has the technology. If I convince him to let me use it, it’s going to cost me a hell of a favor.”
“You’ll live,” I say with a smile in my voice.
He snorts. “Let’s hope so.”
I pace the floor, stopping in front of an impressive elephant painting. “Is that a yes?”
He sighs. “Send me the number. I’ll route an app to your phone. Who’s it for or am I not allowed to ask?”
“Wolfe.”
“What?” he exclaims. “The guy who’s on your case?”
Rubbing my brow, I consider my words. “I’m in Joburg.” After a beat, I add, “In Damian’s monstrosity of an office block.”
“Wait. What? What the fuck is going on, Ian?”
“Cas isn’t dead.”
Silence.
“Leon?”
“Ian.” His exhale is loud in my ear. “I think you need help, man.”
“She didn’t die. The villagers found her. They thought I tried to kill her, so they hid her while she was healing and smuggled her back to South Africa.”
“I can’t believe this. How did you find her?”
“I didn’t. She found me. It’s a long story, but Wolfe found me too. He took a shot at her and wounded her. That’s why we’re here. Damian organized a surgeon.”
“He’s hiding you. Fuck, Ian.”
“We’ll be moving soon.” I hesitate. “I’m going to fucking kill Wolfe, but you better lie low for the next few days, just in case.”
“If you need me—”
“I need you to stay the hell away from me while the shit goes down. Damian already has the cops on his ass, asking questions about us. He’s creating a bogus history for you, saying you’ve been backpacking through Africa until now.”
“This is fucking crazy.”
“There’s no other way. If I don’t take care of Wolfe, neither Cas nor I will ever be safe.”
“Why do I get the feeling there’s more to this than what you’re giving me?” he asks.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I grit my teeth. “The imposters who posed as us and killed that bank manager?”
“Wolfe,” he bites out as he catches on.
“Yeah.”
“Motherfucking fuck. I have a right to go after him for what he did.”
“Let me handle this. Just keep your head down and your nose clean, and do what you do these days.”
“It’s called programming.”
“I know what it’s called.”
“Ian, I—”
“I’ve got this, Leon.”
This time, I’m not dragging him along. It’s bad enough I let Cas convince me to take her with.
“You’re a fucking hard-headed mule,” he says.
“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”
Worry creeps into his tone. “I’m not going to tell you to be careful.”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t want you to jinx me.” I knead the muscles of my neck, rubbing out a knot. “I owe you one.”
“Say hello to her. I’m still battling to believe it. It feels unreal.”
“Unreal is a light way of putting it.”
Hanging up, I go back to the room. Cas is looking from the window, pretending she doesn’t see me.
That’s all right.
In time, she’ll come to accept the way things are just like she did the first time.
Chapter 12
Cas
To say I’m a mess is an understatement. Messy is the word that best describes my relationship with Ian. Then again, it has been messy since the day I met him. From the time he took me to an old house next to a broken windpump, my rights have been murky and my wrongs wrapped in lust. Yes, it’s messy, but it’s also effortless. Somehow we always fall in tune.