BLISS' NOSE ITCHED, BUT she didn't dare move. It had to be early morning sometime. Already she could hear sounds below and the occasional door open or close on their floor. Any moment Travis would wake up, and they would have to face whatever today held in store for her.She hadn't slept as much as dozed off and on until her body just decided it was time to be awake. Though her dreams were uneasy, they hadn't terrorized her like before. A difference she attributed to Travis' presence.It was Christmas Day.Usually she would pack up her car and head to her parents' house for a busy morning of presents and baking. It didn't feel like the holidays anymore, though Travis had given her a present. Her freedom.Guilt gnawed at her. Out there, she hadn't believed he would save her, and he had. Then last night, she'd doubted him again when she allowed fear to cloud her judgment. It wasn't his fault Daniel was crazier than they thought. She'd allowed herself to be in the wrong place at t
TRAVIS THANKED THE NURSE and entered the ICU bay, Mason on his heels. Ethan's body was relaxed, his head lolling to one side at an angle that was bound to leave a crick."What the fuck are you doing here?" Ethan's words were slurred and quiet. The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet."Making sure they took the right leg." Travis reached over and prodded Ethan's left knee."You rat bastard. Stop." Ethan pushed Travis' hand away."Looks like they knew what they were doing." He stepped back and hooked his thumbs in his pockets.They'd been here a few times over the years. Sometimes they'd been in beds next to each other. Every time they'd pulled through."What'd the doc say?" Mason asked."Like I fucking know." Ethan was perhaps the grumpiest when he was hurt. His soon-to-be ex-wife had often commented on his inability to handle pain or a little direction. Over the years she'd lost the fondness for his grouchy behavior. Maybe Travis should have seen their split coming, but he did
DANIEL DROPPED THE TOOL belt onto the bed. The right uniform, and no one cared what he was up to. Just went to show how stupid people were. The lot of them were only good for one thing: dying.He checked the camera feed he set up that morning. The camera didn't tell him more than who came and went at the FBI cabin headquarters, but at least he knew when certain members were there.Bliss hadn't set foot out of the building since she went in. He'd seen her through a few windows, enough to know the FBI hadn't spirited her away somewhere else. They were making this easy for him.By the end of the year he'd have Wendy and Bliss all to himself. And then he could get started. No one would find them, because they were all going to die.***BLISS CLUTCHED A PILLOW to her chest and tried to focus on the Christmas Day parade on the television. The FBI apparently didn't know how to take a day off and were already discussing routes of escape Daniel could have taken. Try as she might
TRAVIS GRABBED A SODA at random and a chocolate bar one of the officers had offered up. Bliss' tears were stuck on repeat in his mind, and he could still hear her trembling voice as she recounted every agonizing moment they'd been apart. He wanted to make all kinds of promises like she'd never be afraid again, that he'd never leave her, but those were irrational.What she needed now was time to pull herself together. Sweets were one good tool to help combat the drop in blood sugar.Jade entered the kitchen, her gaze on him. "She's upstairs. Give her a few."He nodded. Words were out of his power now. All he wanted to do was punch something. Preferably Daniel Campbell, but he'd settle for the punching bag downstairs."You aren't any use to her if you can't be calm." Jade pitched her voice low, for their ears alone."I am calm.""I tried talking to her, but she wasn't interested.""I imagine she's pretty talked out." He couldn't deny the satisfaction that it was him she tur
TRAVIS' EARS RANG WITH her request."Make love to me. I want to feel something besides fear and helplessness. Please." Her voice broke and she blinked a single tear."Shh." He cupped her cheek and wiped the tear away. "You never have to ask twice, darlin'. Stay right there."She could have asked him for anything, and he'd have broken a dozen laws just to make her happy. Pleasing her, stroking her body to orgasm was no trouble at all. He wasn't a man used to soft lovemaking, but for her he could be whatever she needed.He got up out of the bed and flipped the lock on the door with shaking hands. It wasn't much to keep anyone out, but if Jade or another agent came knocking it might give them pause before entering.Travis turned toward the bed and paused. The other night he'd been pushed by a sense of need so sharp and deep that it might have been a dream. This time, he wanted each moment filed away in his memory so that Bliss would always be part of him.She sat where he'd le
DANIEL LIFTED THE CIGARETTE to his lips, his gaze on the black SUV. He didn't smoke, but it gave him a reason to loiter outside the hospital. Tapping the phone lines hadn't told him anything he couldn't have guessed on his own. What he needed was another way to keep tabs on them, especially once they returned to Vegas later in the day.Three figures climbed out of the truck. The two men automatically put the smaller woman between them, not that Bliss was worth saving. But she was for later.He waited until they'd entered the hospital, and then waited longer, letting the cigarette burn down almost to the filter. Disposing of the butt, he kept his head down and strode out to the parking lot, peering at the other cars. No one had pulled in after the two bodyguards, but that didn't mean someone wasn't waiting for him to expose himself. So far, the cops were looking in all the wrong places, the places some other idiot would go on the run. But not him. He had a brain.Daniel pulled the
TRAVIS WATCHED BLISS LEAVE the bedroom.She didn't get it. And he didn't know how to make her understand. His life was cursed. There was a darkness he couldn't shake. He'd been born into it, and it would die with him. There was no future if she couldn't accept that.A future?What the heck was he thinking?He shook his head and sat up, busying himself with putting his clothes into a drawer.There was no denying he liked Bliss. She was special, and he would be crazy to not want her in his life. But that was a something he couldn't ask of her. He couldn't offer her a stable home like Grayson. He wouldn't be around to take her calls, have dinner or anything. She deserved better than him, and that was the end of it.He put the last of his things away and headed downstairs, following his nose.Bliss stood at the stove, stirring something in a pot. She was barefoot and bounced her hip in time to music only she could hear. Just the sight of her was a punch to the gut. This time
BLISS PEERED INTO YET another drawer. The master bath was stocked with all kinds of things. Toothbrushes. Adult diapers. Children's diapers. First aid kit. The list went on. If she didn't have something, she now knew where it was stocked.The digital clock on the counter ticked off another five minutes. She'd successfully hidden in the bathroom for over an hour. Travis had moved around the house, talking on his phone, chatting with her, and mostly brooding. Their conversation over dinner had consisted of a dozen or so words.She liked him. A lot. And she did want him to come back to Vegas. At least that was her knee-jerk reaction. On one hand, she wanted more. For Travis to realize he was more than a string of other people's mistakes. That he was a caring, thoughtful guy who just needed to let go a little. That there was more than just chemistry there. On the other hand...She didn't know if she'd be living in Vegas. If he would be allowed to know where she was. And why the hell did