One of the most striking things about Capri so far was the brightly colored buildings — houses and hotels and restaurants — that clung to the hillsides, but below our suite there was only lush greenery and the endless sea, as blue as Jagger’s eyes.
I looked back at the Hawks. “I feel like I’m at the edge of the world.”
Vigo hopped up on the railing, balancing as he held out his arms like he might take off flying. “It feels good to be on the edge, doesn’t it mouse?”
I stepped away from him. “Oh my god… please get down before you give me a heart attack.”
He hopped down, planted a kiss on my mouth, and slipped his tongue inside long enough to make me forget how tired I was.
I was breathless when he pulled away.
He flashed me a grin. “Can’t have that. We need you alive and well.”
I looked back out over the water. It was hard to believe that less than twenty-four hours ago, we’d been at the house in Blackwell Falls. Now we were in Italy, trailing Alina Volkova.
And maybe, finally, Dimitri Kaprolov.
Jagger put an arm around my shoulders. “Why don’t you shower while we order room service?”
“Do you want me to call?” I asked.
“We got this, mouse.” Vigo headed for the phone on a modern desk in the living room. “Like I said, one of everything.”
44
CASSIE
The bedroomat the hotel was every bit as gorgeous as the rest of the suite, the huge bed right up against a wall of glass that continued from the big picture window in the adjacent living room.
Sitting on the bed, I could look out over the sea and feel like I was hovering over the water.
I didn’t bother unpacking. I had no idea how long we’d be on the island and I wanted to make it easy to leave quickly if we had to follow Alina to her next destination in the hopes of finding her father.
Instead I took a shower in the luxurious bathroom, outfitted floor to ceiling in earthy brown marble.
My eyelids were heavy by the time I dried off and changed into a clean T-shirt and underwear. I knew the Hawks were ordering food, but honestly?
I just wanted to sleep.
I crawled between the sheets in the King-size bed and sighed as my head sunk into the pillow.
It was the last thing I remembered.
It was dark when I woke up, the suite filled with the scent of men: body wash and shampoo, aftershave and cologne.
It was the aphrodisiac to end all aphrodisiacs, and I stretched happily, feeling lucky even though we were in Capri to hunt the man who’d killed my parents.
The man who’d tried to kill the Hawks and me.
The door pushed open and Hawk walked into the dark room, his broad shoulders and strong jaw backlit by the crack of light that leaked in from the suite’s living room.
“Good, you’re awake.” He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Starving,” I said as my stomach rumbled.
“I’m not surprised,” he said. “We didn’t want to wake you when the food came.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I think I needed the sleep even more than the food.”
