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let the people I work for know I’m getting a motel for the night so you can rest. I also want to keep a low profile as I know the men that took you will be searching for us.”
    She was silent after he spoke.
    “You might not think so, but you’re in shock over everything.”
    She didn’t deny that.
    “Where are we?”
    “We’re about fifty miles outside of West Holmes. I haven’t noticed anyone following us, but I don’t doubt they are trying to catch our trail. I’ll find an offbeat motel, and we’ll bunker down for the night.”
    She wanted to see her father, but she also wanted to be safe. Sleeping in a bed that wasn’t surrounded by a locked prison door or cinderblock walls sounded pretty damn nice, too.
    “Although I can take them if the fuckers want war, I also want to keep you safe. That’s my first priority.”
    “Thank you, for everything.”
    They stared at each other for a suspended moment, and she felt herself warming at the intense look he gave her. His short dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his light green eyes seemed almost unreal. Even though he was seated, she remembered all too well how his body looked, felt, all sinew, tendons, and bulging muscles. He had towered over her back at the facility, reminding her of how male he truly was.
    What in the hell is with these thoughts? You should be focusing on getting home, not on Gage’s body.
    She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat, confused at how her body could light up after the ordeal she’d just been through. Something dark, intense, crossed over Gage’s face, and he turned back in his seat. After starting the SUV he pulled away from the gas station and got back on the road. She grabbed a cupcake and bottle of water out of the bag, not really hungry, but wanting something to do to help keep her mind off of everything.
    Although she was away from Rye, she also didn’t want to think this was truly over.
    It’s not, and you know it.
    ****
    Thirty minutes later, Gage was pulling into a small, rundown motel off of the deserted road they’d been traveling on. He looked in the rearview mirror for the hundredth time, seeing Neeka sleeping. Something shifted in him, broke even. The feelings inside of him for her were foreign. All he could think about was holding her, running his hands through her hair, and promising her everything would be okay.
    Push the thoughts back. They’re dangerous.
    He stopped in front of the main entrance, keeping the car idling as he quickly got out and retrieved the key to their room. He got back in the vehicle and pulled the SUV around to the back of the building and behind the large dumpster that resided there. He turned off the car and just sat there for a moment, watching Neeka through the rearview mirror, transfixed by the way she was breathing easily, as if she had no worries. A part of him wished they’d met under different circumstances. The way it was, she was his assignment, his target that Edward McCarthy had paid his organization to find.
    If things were different, maybe he wouldn’t have felt so guilty for looking at her the way he was. The hospital gown was unflattering, true, but while she slept, it molded to her petite form, her breasts small yet firm looking. Although she was tiny in comparison to him, her legs were long and slender, and the images that he conjured up of what he wanted to do to her should have made him feel shame, not unyielding lust. They were filthy images, dirty thoughts. They had his cock hard, his arousal pumping through his body.
    He shifted in his seat, his dick so fucking hard it ached. She started to move, and everything in him froze. She moaned slightly in her sleep, the gown slipping up her creamy thighs as she twisted in the seat, maybe having a bad dream as her face was pinched in what looked like worry. He placed his hand on his crotch, pressing down on his shaft, the traitorous organ pulsing and aching.
    You sick motherfucker.
    After breathing out