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Was I ready to see him? A strange flutter erupted behind my sternum. I was still angry with him, of course, but the idea of losing Bax was intolerable. It would destroy me if something bad happened to him.
Because I’m still in love with him.
I ignored that inner voice, the one getting louder and louder by the day. But this wasn’t about a future with Bax. This was about keeping him from making a huge mistake.
And I had to find a way to make him listen.
An idea came to me then. A very wicked idea. I grinned at Matty, the first real smile I’d given in months. “I need your help.”
* * *
Baxter
I came awake slowly,my mind filled with cotton. Had I been shot again? I remembered leaving the campaign office last night—
Shit! I’d been jumped from behind by four or five men and forced into a carriage. They must’ve drugged me, because everything else was a fog.
I tried to move, but my arms and legs were held tight. I was trapped, tied to a chair. I tried to stay calm. Panicking never solved a damn thing. Where the fuck was I?
The room was dark, with no windows to offer light of any kind. I squinted, trying to see if someone was there. When I got loose I would beat every one of these sons of bitches to death.
Twisting my wrists, I tried to get free. I gritted my teeth as the rope dug into my skin. Goddamn it. These were tied with no give whatsoever. Matty was the only person I knew who could tie ropes so well.
The door opened and the light switched on. I blinked, unable to see. “I’m gonna to get free and slice you into little pieces,” I growled at the shadowy figure by the door.
“I certainly hope not.”
I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. That voice. It couldn’t be.
My eyes finally adjusted. It was her.Isabelle.
God almighty, she was gorgeous. A navy dress hugged her curves, soft wisps of blond hair framing her face. My tongue dried out as her gaze locked with mine. I felt the impact of those blue eyes down to my toes.
“Hello, Bax.”
The sound of her voice hollowed out my stomach. “Isabelle.”
She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head. “Tell me why.”
“Why what?”
“Why you’re running for mayor.”
I hadn’t seen her in months and this was what she wished to discuss? “As soon as you tell me why you’ve kidnapped me and tied me to a chair.”
“I want to know why, Bax.”
“Why not?” I shrugged as best as I could, being tied to a chair and all. “If your father can do it, anyone certainly can.”
“He’s been a city employee for years. And as far as Manhattan is concerned, he has a sterling reputation.”
“You think I won’t win.”
“I think you’re trying to prove something.”
“Sure.” I huffed a dry laugh. “That I have enough money for campaign bribes.”
“Bax,” she sighed and closed the distance between us. “We both know you’re trying to prove you’re good enough.”
