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“I don’t see how that is possible.” Even if he killed everyone who was a threat to her, she’d still have a hard time settling down among humans, wouldn’t she? He didn’t know of any Valàfrn’s who stayed in one place for very long before their differences were risked being exposed.
“Then again… Even if your client thinks I’m dead, would I be able to go back to the hospital? I’m sure they could use the help with both John and Roxie gone.”
“Harley…”
“I suppose not. If I go back, there will be a lot of questions about the attack and I can’t exactly tell the truth. In fact, I’m probably wanted for questioning by now, might even be the prime suspect.” She raked her fingers through her hair almost angrily. “Why didn’t I think about that? Will it even be possible to finish my residency? Will I even be able to transfer to another hospital or would the police find me that way?”
Shit. She was getting more and more worked up. “I’ll think of something.” He’d forgotten that she couldn’t just ride off into the sunset with him. She had connections and commitments, unlike him. The problem wasn’t just the Donnelley couple. They would definitely check up at the hospital as well as all the papers to confirm her death. If she stayed in the city, they would know she was alive. And even if she went to another hospital she might be discovered. But he couldn’t ask her to give up everything she held dear to become a fugitive on the run.
“If I have to give it up, I will. I had planned on running away anyhow, so it’s not unexpected.” The sorrow in her voice tore at him.
“It may come to that.” But not if he could help it. If he could solve one problem at a time, maybe he could figure out some way to let her have her dreams. “If they can be convinced that you actually died, then they may not check any further.” That was a pretty weak lie and by the look on Harley’s face she knew it too. Still when she didn’t call him on it, he realized how important her job was. Maybe she would close her eyes and let him do whatever it took so that she could be a doctor and help people. He wouldn’t come out and say it or she’d argue, but maybe this was her permission to kill if needed. Or to at least threaten them enough to make sure they didn’t ask many questions. He understood and was relieved that she trusted him enough to make the call.
She stood and paced across the room, fidgeting with the picture they’d knocked down earlier. With her second attempt she got it to hang back on the wall. “So, when will we do this fake murder?”
“We should do it just after dark. We want the explosion to be very visible but dark enough to conceal my escape and your identity.”
Harley paused near the bathroom. “Well, I think I’m going to go shower. Want to join me?”
“I have to rig the Charger.” The image of her naked body under the spray of water almost changed his mind. He shook his head. “But you enjoy.” He started for the door, but froze when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, while doing a slow dancing rotation with her hips.
Each opening button revealed more of her delicious flesh. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her fingers lingered over each motion becoming more caress than function. Tracing the line of opening cloth. With the last button open, she parted the shirt to frame her bare breasts, trailing fingertips around the tightly puckered nipples.
The obvious strip tease was too much to resist. He crossed the room and dragged her back into his arms, claiming her mouth for a deep kiss. He devoured her, demanding her response and getting it in full measure.“I can’t get enough of you.”He pushed her back against the doorframe, dragging her up from the floor and grinding himself against her. He left her lips to nibble his way down her neck and bite down on her shoulder while he used magic to disintegrate his clothes.
Their flesh came together. He shifted and drove into her waiting heat, sheathing himself fully.
Harley screamed, “Zeven!” She wrapped her legs around him and took every thrust, clawing at his back and then gripping his dark hair to bring his face back up. This time she kissed him, a deep battling of tongues.
Her body arched and her muscles clenched around him.
“I love it when you come apart. Do it again, baby. Come for me again.”
And a few strokes later, she did. This time he joined her, driving into her tight body, coming with a growl of pleasure. She trembled between him and the wall. Her body melting over his. They were perfect together and they held the fragile moment for as long as possible.
It was Harley that pulled them back to the real world. She kissed him slowly and gently, and then she lowered her feet to the floor. He could have fought it, held onto her a moment longer, but she was right. They both had duties to see to before they’d have time to revel in each other. So, he kissed her back, careful to bank the passion that flared up.“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Zeven.” She slipped through the bathroom door.
He redressed and went to set up a big explosion. The funny thing was, blowing up the car was probably a pointless venture. The more he thought about it, the stranger the whole job seemed.
He still didn’t know what the Donnelly couple really wanted. But he was fairly certain that Harley had little to do with their greater goal. Blowing up the car was mostly a Hail Mary just in case his instincts were wrong. He suspected that they wanted something else entirely, maybe even something from him. Was it possible that they had known Harley was his mate? Could the contract have been set up in order to bring them together? No, that seemed too far-fetched.
For now, he’d move forward with faking her death. Offering proof that the contract was complete might prove to be enough. And even if it wasn’t believed, it might still be accepted if her death wasn’t really as important as whatever step was intended to come after that.
Either way, he’d stage the fake killing for Harley’s benefit. This way she’d be able to say they’d tried to take the high road and avoid killing.
Eliminating the vicious assholes didn’t bother him. Whether they lived or died simply didn’t matter. But how Harley thought of him and the possible future they could have together meant everything.
For her he’d happily blow up his car. He’d willingly give up his lifestyle or even his life. Harley and her happiness were all that mattered.
Why hadn’t he been able to say that clearly to her when she’d brought it up? Maybe he was just too stubborn for his own good.
He went out to the car and unpacked his bag of money, taking it into the motel room and putting it beside Harley’s emergency bag. Between the two bags, they could start a new life anywhere. But he hoped they’d be staying in Vegas. That was where Harley wanted to call home. It was where she wanted to work or at least finish out her residency.
But how would he spend his days? She didn’t want a killer, but what else could he do? What else could he be? With the money he’d earned he didn’t actually have to work. He could do anything or nothing, but what?
He put the thought from his mind and focused on rigging the car. He set it to blow on a short five second fuse with a trigger so he could activate it just before jumping out. Ideally it would explode at about the same time as impact. Now all he needed was a body.
