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I can feel Lake watching me, listening closely. After hanging up with Finn, I connect with Fallon and report everything we just learned.
“You’re going to Switzerland?” she asks.
“Already called Finn and planning to fly out within the hour,” I confirm.
“Roger that,” she responds. “Do you need backup?”
“No. Just hold down the fort til I get back, okay?”
Fallon promises to keep things under control and I trust her implicitly. After disconnecting the call, I notice Lake swivel around to face me.
“I want to go with you to Switzerland,” she announces.
My heart trips in my chest because I’d love nothing more. But there’s no way I’m dragging her into danger. I have no idea what perils could be waiting over there and I need to keep my head on straight. Because let’s face it, Lake is a huge distraction.
“That’s not a good idea,” I tell her.
“Hear me out,” she says, ready to plead her case. “I can help you. I’m good with people and can help you get information. Everyone always wants to tell me their life story.” She gives a little shrug. “I guess they view me as non-threatening or trustworthy. I don’t know. But I can talk to Mila Ward and get us answers.”
Us.I really like the sound of that. But I shake my head, not convinced. “Lake—”
“What’s the alternative? I can’t go home because the bad guys are out there somewhere and I certainly can’t keep staying at your office and getting in everyone’s way. I promise I’ll be good.”
I grit my teeth as my groin tightens. Yeah, I could send her to a nearby safehouse with someone to keep watch. Or, I could get her as far away as possible from the men here who are hunting her down and keep her by my side, under my complete supervision and protection.
After grappling with the idea of bringing her to Switzerland for another minute, I decide to relent. Truthfully, having eyes on her at all times is the only thing that will give me comfort. I won’t be wondering and worried.
With me, I know she’ll be safe because there’s no way in hell that I’m letting anyone touch her.
I nod slowly and say, “Let’s stop back at the office so we can both grab some clothes for the trip. The girls will lend you some things and it won’t be more than a day or two tops. Sound good?”
Lake gives me a little smile. “I’ve never taken a private jet to Switzerland,” she says. “Or anywhere for that matter.”
“I don’t want you to worry, Lake. I’m going to make sure you’re protected until this is all sorted out.”
“Sorted out?” she echoes.
“Until the bad guys are taken care of,” I state bluntly. There’s no point in sugar-coating the situation and she must understand because she nods. Besides, neutralizing the enemy is what I excel at doing.
In order to protect the innocent, you have to deal with the shadows and the evil that hides there. It isn’t always easy, but somebody’s gotta do it.
Chapter Six: Lake
My idea of exciting is spending a night binging the latest Netflix show with a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s or having a glass of wine while I read a new romance novel. How did I wind up clutching the armrest of a large, comfortable seat on Slater Security’s private jet, heading for a foreign country with an extremely handsome stranger? My nerves aren’t impressed, though, and are doing their best to convince me to find the nearest exit before we get too far off the ground.
Replaying the time since I left the conference in San Fran over and over in my head, I can’t believe how my entire world has flipped upside down and completely around in the past 24 hours. This is insane.
“You don’t like flying?”
Tingles break out all over my skin at the sound of that deep voice. So very smooth. Like velvet or a fine wine that I’d like to swirl around in my mouth and savor. “It’s not my favorite thing to do,” I admit, wondering what Dash Slater tastes like.
Slanting a sideways glance over at the man sitting across the narrow aisle, I notice he’s sitting up straight yet looks completely at ease.Cool as a cucumber with the most killer, cut-glass cheekbones God ever created.I suppress a sigh.
“Flying is the safest way to travel,” he assures me calmly.
“Until you crash,” I remark dryly.
“Finn’s a former Night Stalker. Pilots don’t get any better than him.”
