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“Don’t look so surprised. Just take it.”
She stared at the package before accepting, taking a few seconds then ripping at the plastic, yanking several into her shaking hand. I watched as she started to wipe her hands, slowly at first as if determined to wipe every spot of blood away, certain it would put an end to her nightmare. Little did she know it was just beginning.
“What’s your name?” I started the engine, checking all the mirrors to make certain neither my arrival nor the act of vengeance had been captured by some wayward bystander. The night had been planned to go entirely differently, get in and out in less than a minute, leaving the city within an hour of my attack. Now that wasn’t going to happen.
She was quiet, now wiping harder, grabbing a few more then rubbing her face indiscriminately.
“I’m not a patient man. When I ask you a question, you will answer me.” I threw her a look as I roared away from the alley, her expression sexy and determined, which only fueled the ache buried deep inside.
Her mouth pursed, her breath skipping as she clenched her jaw. “Emily.”
“Emily,” I repeated, allowing the softness of her name to slide across my tongue. “Last name.”
“What does it matter? Dead woman. That’s my last name. You’re going to kill me, so why bother?”
Her spunk was admirable, if not stupid, but the spirit she carried drew me in even more. My cock was uncomfortable as hell, hard enough I was forced to shift in my seat. I wondered if she had any idea how enticing she was. I could envision her naked body under soft sheets, waiting for my arrival like a good little girl.
“I have no intention of killing you, Emily, unless you don’t cooperate. Besides, if I’d wanted to, you’d already be dead.”
She allowed a ragged breath to escape. The way she chewed on her lip was just as enticing as everything else. “Shephard. Emily Shephard.” Now she was wiping furiously, making small grunting sounds as she did.
“Well, Emily Shephard, your life is about to change.”
“I have a life.”
“As a waitress.”
When she laughed, I detected the lovely woman wasn’t exactly who she purported to be. Her last name nagged at me, although I wasn’t certain the reason. There was nothing special about it, common in every city in the country. Yet, I was never wrong when red flags were raised.
“Why do I sense that’s not your only job?”
After shaking her head, she glanced out the passenger window, her nails digging into her skin.
I wrapped my hand around her thigh, squeezing until she forced herself to look at me. “Stop or you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“As if you give a shit.”
Exhaling, I tried to control my anger and desire, both colliding together. Now was not the time. She held the filthy rags balled in her hand, her brow furrowing as she scooted forward in the seat. “Put your seatbelt on, Emily.”
God, the woman was stubborn as fuck. Did she want to get herself killed?
“Emily.”
“Fine,” she muttered.
I was surprised when she followed my command.
“What do you want?” she asked, her tone not nearly as timid as I would have anticipated.
“The truth, Emily. You have another job. I want to know what that is.”
“I wait tables at a diner in New York. Nothing more.”
The way she mentioned the city held a sound of disdain. She was also hiding her life from me. Did she not believe I could find out anything about her with a single phone call? “What were you trained to do?”
I could almost hear the curse words she mumbled under her breath.
“I’m a doctor, a pediatrician. So the hell what? I save lives, not take them. Do you want me to tell you stories about the babies who come into my waiting room so sick they can’t hold down food or water? Or would you prefer the ones where something more tragic happened and I was lucky enough by the grace of God to save their lives, keeping their beautiful families intact?”
