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He pulls away. We’re quiet for a moment, and I concentrate on his breath across my skin.
My inner danger radar is screaming at me again. I need to say it.
“Jake?”
His thumb traces circles around my cheek. I want to swallow the words on the tip of my tongue. I want to pretend a while longer.
He backs away, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
“What is it, Trouble?”
Suddenly nervous, I divert my gaze over his shoulder.
“I need to go home soon.”
His brows pull down, and the fear swirling in his eyes is something I’ve seen more often than I’d like. We’ve avoided talking about it because I asked him not to.
“He hasn’t made threats. He’s been quiet and—”
“That’s what worries me. He’s too quiet.”
“Jake,” I plead. “I can’t stay in this house forever. I have my own. It feels wrong. I’m here, but your son isn’t.”
I’m avoiding the obvious. We don’t exist outside our vacuum.
“Believe me, if I could send you both to the beach house, I would. Jay-Jay isn’t here because Rob almost took him from me once before. I wasn’t going to put him in the firing line of his retaliation.” His voice rises with each word, harsh breaths making his chest heave. “You’re in danger because of someone from my past. I won’t allow him to hurt somebody else. I can’t.”
“I’m in danger because of my job, Jake. Not because of you. He’s not the first, and he won’t be the last one to threaten me. I can’t pack my bags and move in here every time it happens.”
And we can’t keep having sex.
“Beth is about to have a baby, but she wants her life back. She wants to go back to work. We can’t keep hiding.”
I reach out, pressing my palm to his arm.
Relaxing, he closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. “Give me a week,” he relents.
My heart won’t survive a week.
“Just let me get eyes on him. He’s fallen into the unknown now, and I don’t like it. I’m sure he knows the police are looking for him, but I want to make sure the bastard doesn’t make another move.”
“How are you going to get eyes on him?”
He cocks a brow.
He’s feeling sorry for me again.
“Is your last name bond?”
He barks a laugh but doesn’t answer.
“Head of a drug cartel?”
He blinks before shaking his head. “If that’s the case, you’re too trusting with your life.”
“My life isn’t in your hands. What is he going to do?”
He’s being dramatic.
