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over what she imagined must be creases deep enough he’d noticed them.
As his warm gentle touch sent emotions she couldn’t identify through her, he dropped his hand back to the steering wheel and continued, “Besides that, I can see you’re worried. From the way your fingers are turning white from lack of circulation because you’ve got your hands clutched so tight, to the way you’re breathing. Quick and shallow. Like a scared bird.”
It wasn’t the most flattering description but he was right. She was terrified and she was terrible at hiding her feelings.
She felt the tears creeping behind her eyes, threatening to make themselves visible. “How am I ever going to face Tito and lie to him? I’m no good at lying. And I can’t hide away at your friends’ house or on your military base forever. I have to work. I have a shift tomorrow—”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“You keep saying that.” As the tears burned her eye sockets she drew in a stuttering breath.
“And I mean it every time.” Rocky lifted his chin in the direction of the house. “Rick’s moving his truck for us. We’ll unload then go on in and figure this Tito stuff all out.”
“I still don’t know how.”
He turned his gaze on her. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with here.”
“No, I guess not. Who am I dealing with?”
“The best of the best.” He grinned and threw the truck into gear as she wondered who exactly she’d enlisted to help her.
CHAPTER 8
“She looked scared to death during the drive over.” Rocky’s gaze cut to the closed bedroom door.
Isabel and Lola were in there, the results of a discussion with Darci about Isabel needing to feed Lola. That had put some pretty inappropriate images into his head. Now all he kept thinking about was Isabel’s breasts.
“We probably scared the hell out of her.” Jon glanced at Rick. “We entered the apartment like it was a close quarters battle training exercise.”
Rocky snorted at the sad truth of what Jon said. “Yup. We sure did.”
At least the conversation had dragged his attention off his inappropriate thoughts of Isabel inside that bedroom breastfeeding. He was obviously one sick motherfucker.
“Besides you guys showing off your advanced combat skills in suburbia, she’s got a lot to be concerned about.” Rick spun his laptop so Rocky could see the screen. “Take a look. Here’s what my contact in Miami sent me on her boyfriend.”
“ Ex -boyfriend.” Rocky corrected.
Rick cocked up one brow. “Ex or not, he’s bad news.”
Rocky scanned the email, landing on the signature line. “You have a contact in the Miami police department?”
“Damn right, I do. Sierra’s got a house down there. I made it a priority the minute I took over as her head of security.”
A house in Miami. A suite at the Ritz here. Rick sure had stepped in it when he landed Academy Award winner Sierra Cox as a girlfriend.
If she was as high maintenance as Rocky assumed she was, Rick could keep her. Though Rick’s Miami contact was proving useful . . . and concerning.
Everything in that email convinced Rocky they couldn’t underestimate this Tito guy.
Jon’s cell vibrated where it lay on the table. He glanced at the display. “It’s Zane. He said he’d get back to us after he’d spoken to his contacts in D.C. about the immigration issue.” Jon hit a button and said, “Hey, Zane. I’ve got you on speaker. Rocky and Rick are with me.”
“Hey, sorry it took so long. I had to track the senator down on the golf course.” Zane’s voice came through the cell phone speaker. He sounded weary.
“And?” Rocky asked, afraid of the answer. “This is Rocky, by the way.”
“Hi, Rocky. So long story short, he basically told me that since the US opened relations with Cuba, the whole thing’s one big cluster fuck. Your girl would have been better off before the change. Then she could have tried for political asylum. Apparently things being better
As his warm gentle touch sent emotions she couldn’t identify through her, he dropped his hand back to the steering wheel and continued, “Besides that, I can see you’re worried. From the way your fingers are turning white from lack of circulation because you’ve got your hands clutched so tight, to the way you’re breathing. Quick and shallow. Like a scared bird.”
It wasn’t the most flattering description but he was right. She was terrified and she was terrible at hiding her feelings.
She felt the tears creeping behind her eyes, threatening to make themselves visible. “How am I ever going to face Tito and lie to him? I’m no good at lying. And I can’t hide away at your friends’ house or on your military base forever. I have to work. I have a shift tomorrow—”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“You keep saying that.” As the tears burned her eye sockets she drew in a stuttering breath.
“And I mean it every time.” Rocky lifted his chin in the direction of the house. “Rick’s moving his truck for us. We’ll unload then go on in and figure this Tito stuff all out.”
“I still don’t know how.”
He turned his gaze on her. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with here.”
“No, I guess not. Who am I dealing with?”
“The best of the best.” He grinned and threw the truck into gear as she wondered who exactly she’d enlisted to help her.
CHAPTER 8
“She looked scared to death during the drive over.” Rocky’s gaze cut to the closed bedroom door.
Isabel and Lola were in there, the results of a discussion with Darci about Isabel needing to feed Lola. That had put some pretty inappropriate images into his head. Now all he kept thinking about was Isabel’s breasts.
“We probably scared the hell out of her.” Jon glanced at Rick. “We entered the apartment like it was a close quarters battle training exercise.”
Rocky snorted at the sad truth of what Jon said. “Yup. We sure did.”
At least the conversation had dragged his attention off his inappropriate thoughts of Isabel inside that bedroom breastfeeding. He was obviously one sick motherfucker.
“Besides you guys showing off your advanced combat skills in suburbia, she’s got a lot to be concerned about.” Rick spun his laptop so Rocky could see the screen. “Take a look. Here’s what my contact in Miami sent me on her boyfriend.”
“ Ex -boyfriend.” Rocky corrected.
Rick cocked up one brow. “Ex or not, he’s bad news.”
Rocky scanned the email, landing on the signature line. “You have a contact in the Miami police department?”
“Damn right, I do. Sierra’s got a house down there. I made it a priority the minute I took over as her head of security.”
A house in Miami. A suite at the Ritz here. Rick sure had stepped in it when he landed Academy Award winner Sierra Cox as a girlfriend.
If she was as high maintenance as Rocky assumed she was, Rick could keep her. Though Rick’s Miami contact was proving useful . . . and concerning.
Everything in that email convinced Rocky they couldn’t underestimate this Tito guy.
Jon’s cell vibrated where it lay on the table. He glanced at the display. “It’s Zane. He said he’d get back to us after he’d spoken to his contacts in D.C. about the immigration issue.” Jon hit a button and said, “Hey, Zane. I’ve got you on speaker. Rocky and Rick are with me.”
“Hey, sorry it took so long. I had to track the senator down on the golf course.” Zane’s voice came through the cell phone speaker. He sounded weary.
“And?” Rocky asked, afraid of the answer. “This is Rocky, by the way.”
“Hi, Rocky. So long story short, he basically told me that since the US opened relations with Cuba, the whole thing’s one big cluster fuck. Your girl would have been better off before the change. Then she could have tried for political asylum. Apparently things being better
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