Their gazes locked, and he found it impossible to speak. He became hyper focused on Indigo. This close, the gold flecks in her eyes seemed brighter, more prominent than usual. He itched to touch her face, to brush his fingers down her cheeks, but he didn’t want to ruin her makeup. Her lips were coated in a pale pink lipstick, and the necklace gleamed against her lightly tanned skin.
“I want to change it,” he said huskily. He went to lean in to sample her lips, but pulled back at the last minute.
Now wasn’t the time.
“I should—um—I should get back to it.” But Indigo didn’t move. She didn’t attempt to pull her hands away, almost as if she didn’t want to break the connection between them either.
He was crossing the line between personal and professional again. It was getting harder and harder to remember why he needed to stay on the professional side.
Chapter
Thirteen
Exhaustion engulfed Indigo. All she wanted to do was sleep, but then she would miss out on watching Wilt as he drove. A creeper move, though it didn’t feel that way.
Or maybe it was because the further they drove away from Jordan and Kyle’s place, the tenser he seemed to get.
Was he regretting the kiss they’d almost shared?
For a few seconds, she’d forgotten where she was, and her attention had been totally on Wilt. She could drown in the blue of his eyes. They were so bright and clear.
He’d pulled back at the last second, and as much as it had pained her that he had, she also understood that where they were wasn’t the place for them to indulge.
Although, with the way Greta and Jordan had smiled widely and winked at her, they seemed to think it might have been a great idea.
As much as she appreciated the support, she still had a job to do, and she planned to do it without giving them any reason not to employ her for future jobs.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, when another few tense minutes passed without him saying anything. He glanced at her,and the look he gave her answered her question. “There is, isn’t there?”
He gave a short nod and hit the brakes as the cars in front of them slowed down.
Had she received another message? She hadn’t looked at her phone much after the Rottnest Island leg of their trip. She hadn’t wanted to. The very idea of finding another threatening message had her skin crawling.
Or was he regretting the fact he almost kissed her? God, she couldn’t deal with that, if that was the case.
“What is it?” Did he think it was fun not to tell her?
“You got another message today.”
She blew out a breath, somehow relieved that it wasn’t to do with the almost-kiss. Yet, panic built in her because her other suspicion had come true.
Why her?
Why now?
Those were questions she’d asked herself before, and she still didn’t have a good answer for them.
“How bad was it? What did it say? Do I need to be concerned? Are you getting any closer to finding who this person is?”
The questions tripped off her tongue, and she supposed she shouldn’t have bombarded him with them, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I’ll answer them one at a time, starting with the last one. I like to think I’m getting closer to locating them. I need to sit and focus on it. As for being concerned, it’s not ideal there’s been another message. There were also photos of your shoots at Rottnest attached to it.”
Indigo inhaled sharply. “Could they have gotten them from the posts people put up?”
Doing a photoshoot in a public place guaranteed people took photos; she’d been tagged in many that first day.
“These were unique.”
