believe you see him differently. He is dangerous, Amber.â
âHow can I pretend I donât know?â she demanded, her voice a hoarse whisper.
âYou have to,â he insisted.
âI canât walk away from this and pretend it doesnât exist,â she assured him. âThat isnât how Iâm made, Jareth. I canât do nothing.â
âBut you cannot do anything now, certainly not here at the hospital, with Chris in ICU. Get through this. Then, we will talk about what comes next.â He brushed a finger under her eyes, his voice softening. âYouâre exhausted. Thereâs a hotel next doorââ
âNo,â she said, flattening her hand on his chest. âI canât leave him. I know what he did, but, Jareth, heâs a kid. And . . . heâs alone. He has no one in this world. There was no family to call. No one. Chris has not a soul who cares that he is in that bed right now.â
Jareth ran his hand up her back, molded her chest to his. Brought his lips to hers and brushed them in what turned into a slow passionate kiss that filled her with warmth, with the promise of something more. Something that defied a mere month of casual acquaintance, defied the division of their two races. A kiss that claimed, a kiss that possessed. A kiss that said she wasnât alone. At least not tonight.
When finally they walked back to the waiting room, coffee in hand, Amber had resolutely blocked out everything but the comfort radiating off Jareth. Comfort that didnât last long.
They rounded the corner and came face to face with Mike and Evelyn. Amber felt as if her insides froze. She was awkward in a way sheâd never felt with Mike.
Evelyn cleared her throat. âWeâre going to catch a few hours of sleep.â Her gaze shifted between the two men. âThe nurse said they wonât allow him any visitors until morning.â
Thank God, they are leaving , Amber thought. âFine. Good. Iâll be here.â
âSo will I,â Jareth said, a warning lacing his promise, his eyes clashing with Mikeâs.
A stiff good-bye followed from Evelyn, who managed to rush her husband away.
Jareth grabbed Amber and pulled her hard against him. âYou cannot act as if you suspect him. It is far too dangerous.â
âI canât pretend I have no contempt for that man,â she said. âIf for no other reasonâand there are plenty of others it seemsâbut he shot a jaguar with a real bullet when we only allow tranquilizer guns on the dig site.â She sharpened her attention on Jareth. âHe knows what you are.â
âHe suspects,â he agreed. âHe does not know.â
âYour very presence dares him to come after you and you know it,â she challenged.
âLet him try. I donât die easily, Amber.â
Her hands settled on his arms. âBut youâre not invincible.â She didnât want Jareth to be ripped away from her like her father had been. Walking away, saying goodbyeâthat was one thing. But not ripped away. âYou should not be here. I donât want you to get hurt.â
He stared down at her, his eyes darkening. âNor I, you,â he whispered, kissing her forehead. The mood shifted, turned warm, sensual. Her body ached with instant awareness. He was hard; she felt the proof pressed to her stomach. âThere is much to discuss, but you need rest. Letâs go get a room. You heard Evelyn. You wonât be able to visit Chris until morning.â
âNo,â she said in instant rejection. She wanted nothing more than to escape into this manâs arms, but she could not. The idea of leaving Chris alone wasnât even remotely okay with her. What if something happened? âIâm not leaving. And stop changing the subject. Youâre a walking target here. Youâre the one who should leave.â
âIâm not going anywhere without
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