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grunted and glared down at the half-erection pressing painfully against his fly. Now was not the time for this; he was ready to get this woman in bed. But she couldn’t be his focus, not like that. His mission was to keep her alive, not get laid. No matter how incredible he fantasized it would be.
Cursing under his breath, he placed everything in the basket, his head spinning with all the questions he wanted to ask her, starting with why she flinched when he touched her, or why her eyes were so cold. Her eyes possessed a burning hate he could plainly see. Something had happened to her to give her that coldness, and it sure as hell wasn’t a damn car accident. If a man hurt her, caused her to act the way she did, he’d hunt him down after this mission and make sure the only way he could move would be with a high-powered wheelchair.
Beau had spent only two days with Naomi so far, but something inside him told him he would never be able to let her go after this mission.
CHAPTER FIVE
He’d arrived in France two hours ago, checked into his hotel room, and waited ever since for a phone call. His man was late, and being late meant being punished… Unless, of course, his report was good enough to buy him his life. The man checked his watch again, fiddling with the knife in his pocket.
His cell vibrated in his coat and he whipped it out, his voice agitated. “You better have some damn good info or I’m sending one of my men after you.”
After a pause on the other end, the same man from before spoke in whispers. “Your inside man is holding the information we need to find Savage. What do you want me to do?”
The man tried hard to control his rage. They’d lost sight of him once. He’d trusted his men to do their job and follow Savage, but they’d lost him, and now the answers he needed were being withheld. Unacceptable. He knew why he was holding out. Despite his claims of not caring, the man was being difficult for a reason.
“You have four days to get the information from him or tell him the deal is off and you’re all dead.”
He hung up and stared out over his balcony into the streets of France. The mark was so close, and he was anxious to carry out his revenge, the revenge he’d been waiting to exact for four long years. The man removed the knife from his pocket and threw it across the room into two pictures taped to the wall close together. Soon, he’d be able to aim at the subjects in the pictures.
CHAPTER SIX
She really is a restless sleeper. Wonder what’s bothering her. Beau sat up on the pullout couch, listening to Naomi toss and turn across the room.
He awoke because of her mumbling and whimpering even though she was obviously still sound asleep. She quietened for a few minutes, and Beau assumed her dreams ended when a scream escaped her lips as she shot up in bed. She gasped for breath, and in the moonlight shining through the window, Beau could see sweat beading on her forehead. Her hands shook as she rubbed her face viciously. He rose and walked to her bed, but she held up a hand so he wouldn’t come any closer.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t push me away every time something happens. I hate to tell you, but I’m not leaving your side any time soon, so you might as well just tell me.”
“Yes, I bloody well can,” she said too quickly, pushing the hair back from her face, trying to stop her hands from shaking by clasping them tightly in her lap. “It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, Navy.”
“Do you have them often?”
She stared at him, expressionless. He was in dangerous territory and he knew it. “Why do you ask? You a therapist?”
“You woke up the same way last night—screaming.”
“I did not—”
“Yes, you did.” He looked deeply into her cold, green eyes, waiting to get decked as her hands curled into fists on the sheet. Two could play at this game, and her fiery attitude perfectly matched his own. The challenge delighted him.
Cursing under his breath, he placed everything in the basket, his head spinning with all the questions he wanted to ask her, starting with why she flinched when he touched her, or why her eyes were so cold. Her eyes possessed a burning hate he could plainly see. Something had happened to her to give her that coldness, and it sure as hell wasn’t a damn car accident. If a man hurt her, caused her to act the way she did, he’d hunt him down after this mission and make sure the only way he could move would be with a high-powered wheelchair.
Beau had spent only two days with Naomi so far, but something inside him told him he would never be able to let her go after this mission.
CHAPTER FIVE
He’d arrived in France two hours ago, checked into his hotel room, and waited ever since for a phone call. His man was late, and being late meant being punished… Unless, of course, his report was good enough to buy him his life. The man checked his watch again, fiddling with the knife in his pocket.
His cell vibrated in his coat and he whipped it out, his voice agitated. “You better have some damn good info or I’m sending one of my men after you.”
After a pause on the other end, the same man from before spoke in whispers. “Your inside man is holding the information we need to find Savage. What do you want me to do?”
The man tried hard to control his rage. They’d lost sight of him once. He’d trusted his men to do their job and follow Savage, but they’d lost him, and now the answers he needed were being withheld. Unacceptable. He knew why he was holding out. Despite his claims of not caring, the man was being difficult for a reason.
“You have four days to get the information from him or tell him the deal is off and you’re all dead.”
He hung up and stared out over his balcony into the streets of France. The mark was so close, and he was anxious to carry out his revenge, the revenge he’d been waiting to exact for four long years. The man removed the knife from his pocket and threw it across the room into two pictures taped to the wall close together. Soon, he’d be able to aim at the subjects in the pictures.
CHAPTER SIX
She really is a restless sleeper. Wonder what’s bothering her. Beau sat up on the pullout couch, listening to Naomi toss and turn across the room.
He awoke because of her mumbling and whimpering even though she was obviously still sound asleep. She quietened for a few minutes, and Beau assumed her dreams ended when a scream escaped her lips as she shot up in bed. She gasped for breath, and in the moonlight shining through the window, Beau could see sweat beading on her forehead. Her hands shook as she rubbed her face viciously. He rose and walked to her bed, but she held up a hand so he wouldn’t come any closer.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t push me away every time something happens. I hate to tell you, but I’m not leaving your side any time soon, so you might as well just tell me.”
“Yes, I bloody well can,” she said too quickly, pushing the hair back from her face, trying to stop her hands from shaking by clasping them tightly in her lap. “It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, Navy.”
“Do you have them often?”
She stared at him, expressionless. He was in dangerous territory and he knew it. “Why do you ask? You a therapist?”
“You woke up the same way last night—screaming.”
“I did not—”
“Yes, you did.” He looked deeply into her cold, green eyes, waiting to get decked as her hands curled into fists on the sheet. Two could play at this game, and her fiery attitude perfectly matched his own. The challenge delighted him.
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