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I opened my mouth and he touched his lips to mine, stopping my words.
“Don’t say anything right now. Just promise me that when this is over, you won’t disappear.”
“Don’t.” I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at his earnest expression. “I can’t promise you anything.”
I can’t love you.
But that was a lie, because I could.
And I did.
My throat worked.
I did love him.
Zaq Kral didn’t just smell right to me, he was right for me—in every way. His compassion, his work ethic, his love for his family. He was a beautiful man, inside and out, and I wanted him with every particle of my being.
His tongue licked at my mouth. “I’m not asking you to promise to stay forever. Not right now. For now, I’m asking for a few days. You can give me that much, can’t you?”
I opened my eyes. He was so close, his gaze intent on me. I felt surrounded by him. His heat, his scent, his hard body.
I swear I intended to say no, but instead what came out of my mouth was, “A day. That’s all.”
His hands moved lower to stroke and squeeze my bottom. “Seven. You can give me a damn week.”
“Two.”
“Make it three.” He nibbled the outer edge of my ear, flicked his tongue inside.
A hot thrill scalded the base of my spine. I pushed him away. “Fine. Three.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it. When this is over, you promise you’ll give me three days.”
I heaved a breath. “When this is over, I promise I’ll give you three days. But I’m not going to change my mind.”
His mouth curved. “We’ll see.”
Shortly before dawn, Xavier texted Zaq to say he’d be back soon.
His next text said: The hit on you? It has a Paris connection. I’ll explain.
A few minutes later the back door buzzer sounded. Zaq checked the surveillance camera to make sure it was Xavier, then buzzed him in.
Zaq introduced me to Xavier as Tina. We murmured polite hellos and sized each other up.
Zaq’s security chief was a compact, hard-muscled man with a shiny cap of black hair and a broad face that would’ve appeared kind if not for the cynical twist to his lips.
“You’re out of bed. You’re better?” He somehow managed to sound both concerned and to make it clear I’d have to prove myself before he’d roll out the welcome mat.
That was fine with me; I liked that he was protective of Zaq. “Much better, thanks.”
He’d left the back door ajar. When I moved to close it, he looked at Zaq and lifted his shoulders in an apologetic shrug.
“I’m sorry, jefe.”
