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“I can explain it all,” he says.
“Honestly?”
He glances at me, his eyes somehow sincere. I try to warn myself away from thinking like this. I can’t know, with everything I have, that trusting this man is a good idea.
Ican’tknow it, and yet I do.
With everything I have.
“I’ll always be honest with you,” he says.
I sigh, sitting back, almost relieved he told me thisafterhe kissed me. Now I’ll always have that memory, that special kiss before the mayhem started.
“Okay…” I wave a hand. “So you were hired to kill me….”
Just saying the words makes me feel surreal, as though I’ve walked into some kind of fever dream.
“The story began about two years ago,” he says.
He pauses as if waiting to see if I’ll have any questions, then goes on.
“I was in Special Operations for most of my twenties and early thirties.”
“How old are you?” I ask.
“Forty,” he says. “And you?”
“Nineteen.”
Our ages hang there like they’re daring us to comment on them. I know this should be fairly down on my list of concerns with everything else happening.
“Which doesn’t bother me, by the way,” he says, as though reading my thoughts. “I don’t care how young you are if….”
“I don’t care about how old you are,” I cut in, a smile touching my lips.
He smirks as he comes to a stop at a red light, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as though that will make it change quicker.
“So, two years ago?” I prompt.
He nods, sighing. “My sister, Yasmin, she’s a proud woman. At least, shewasa proud woman before she saw where that would lead her. She was struggling to pay her mortgage. I had no clue.”
He looks at me, his mouth tight, his eyes intoxicatingly intense. It’s almost to the point where I want to turn away, just so I can think clearly.
And at the same time, the idea of turning away, of not staring into this man’s gaze, feels wrong.
“It wasn’t that I don’t care about family,” he says intensely. “Yasmin and Felicia – that’s my niece – were the most important people to me.Familyis the most important thing to me.”
I reach over and touch his arm, the gesture feeling both new and familiar. Squeezing, I feel the strength and firmness of his muscles.
“I believe you,” I say.
All the while, I’m pushing down on the tempting voice inside of me.
It tells me he’s making such a point about family because he wants me to know he’ll be loyal toourfamily.
And….
He said when we were talking about Yasmin and Felicia. Theywerethe most important people to him.
