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So, he still remained in hiding. While Walker and him thought Faulkner was alone in it, one could never assume when it comes to preserving your life. So here he was, simply surviving again. Not living, like he did with…
He clenched his fists with frustration. He needed something to do.
He might even do some soldier of fortune shit. But not for the money. Like go and get hostages being held even in this country for ransom. Set them free and deliver them to their families. Yeah, that might be challenge enough and it would distract him from thinking of her. Or being tempted to just go and get her.
He had net here, so he deiced to troll the dark net. Scare up a job or two. Busy work. He laughed a little. Yeah, heading into dark places, loaded for bear, taking out kidnappers with relish, spill some bad blood, grab up some good people, and drop them back into the safety of their old lives with family. Yeah, sounds doable. It’s certainly fucking better than him sitting around like a wounded animal licking his wounds until he went mad.
Fuck it.
Instead of the dark net, he went to the airline site and bought a ticket back to America. Using one of his many identities, he booked it for day after tomorrow. He’d never had to fight for a woman before, but he had no choice if he wanted to remain sane. Fuck Mr. GQ, he has nothing on me. I will give her everything he can’t. He paused as he realized the gravity of what he was doing. So, stealth mode then. Maybe get into her apartment and wait for her. Convince her to leave with him.
The perimeter alarm went off again. Dammit…What is it this time? A cheetah, monkey, snake? Fuck, this place may just drive him crazy! He went to his scope on the balcony. Tipping it down, he spotted a small figure. It was a woman. His heart beat picked up as she walked with a sway to her hips. Her head was covered, like most of the women here did when they traveled.
For ten minutes, he watched her tread the slopes. He couldn’t see her face. What would a woman be doing in this jungle by herself? He swiveled the scope over to see if someone else was around. Like it wouldn’t be the first time this type of trap was set for an American in these parts. He saw nothing. But his senses tingled. Like he couldn’t pinpoint it but something was up.
He grabbed his pistol and headed to the double door.
The woman came up the path, up along the steps. Sexy walk. Hmmm…He looked around.
Finally, she he stood on the porch. Pulling her scarf back, he saw her dark eyes. His body sagged with disappointment. What had he expected? For it to be Ridge? Up here in the Brazilian jungle? Maybe he was crazy finally. Gone around the bend. Of course, it wasn’t her.
The woman stepped close. She smelled of flowers. It was heady. Her skin looked flawless and bronzed. Still, it didn’t do a thing for him. No hard cock, no nothing. He might become a monk since no woman would do it for him except for the one he let get away.
“I hear you are an American, up here alone.” Her eyes swung up and down along his tall form. “Ohh, you are big. Grande.” She stepped up close and reached toward his crotch. “I bet you really big.”
“HEY!” a shout came from the bottom of the steps.
Noah swung his gaze over.
Another woman stood there with her face and head wrapped.
Great, dueling prostitutes that was all he needed.
This woman marched up the steps with a purpose.
He blinked. That walk, that sway.
She barreled on up close, grabbed the dark woman by her hair and tossed her down the steps. Not pausing at all, she ran down and kicked her.
Her scarf fell away and Noah gasped.
Chestnut curls cascade all the way down her back.
“Get the fuck away from him, you skank!”
“Please, please, no hurt me!” The scared female scurried away.
The violent woman spun around and blazing blue eyes pinned him with a vengeance.
He held his breath. How the fuck did she find me?
Enraged, Ridge strode up the steps and pushed his chest with both hands. Her eyes were cobalt sparks of fire. “You chicken shit!”
His eyes rounded.
“You scared son of a bitch!” She pushed him again.
Of course, his body didn’t move an inch. She would be the fly pounding against an oak tree. Not that this woman ever cared how big he was when she was angry.
“Ridge!” He exclaimed with joy and grabbed her up, swinging her around. His heart pounded in his chest like a god dammed freight train. Adrenaline sparked in his blood as elation flooded his senses. He took in her scent and breathed it in deep.
