She felt it then, a click of certainty, the way she had known Austin would think like a lawyer when she left him. Only instead of telling Austin to get her under control, this time Russell had said, Shut her the hell up.

And Austin had tried.

She was so sure it had happened. She could see it as clearly as she could see what had happened the night of the party. As clearly as she had seen the gas cans and rope in the back of the BMW. Was this what Josiah had meant by precognition?

Rage flared, as hot and fiery as the car’s explosion. How dare they—how dare they think they could just end her life as if she were a disposable commodity? She wanted to hurt them. She needed so badly to make them pay it left her shaking. She didn’t have the physical reserves to sustain that kind of powerful emotion.

She met Josiah’s waiting, calculating gaze. “Austin might have been the one who tried to kidnap and kill me, but Russell was the one who ordered him to do it.”

His expression turned fierce. “Are you sure?”

“I’d bet my entire divorce settlement on it,” she said grimly. “And I’m going to get a lot of money.”

Chapter Nine

After she said that, exhaustion slammed home. Her mind ground to a halt and blackness hovered near. Even though she fought to stay upright, she couldn’t and sank down on the bed.

Josiah took note. Standing, he tucked one arm underneath her legs and lifted her up while he yanked the covers down. Then he let her back down and pulled the covers over her supine body. He sat beside her again, bracing one hand beside her head as he leaned over and looked into her gaze.

“I can’t stay,” he told her. “I have too much to do. In the open area, there’s a microwave on a cabinet. If you get hungry, there are cans of soup and packets of popcorn in the cabinet, along with some instant coffee, bowls, and mugs. It’s pretty basic, but it will have to do until I return.”

“I don’t care.” The thought of trying to eat something made her feel queasy.

The mattress bowed under his weight, shifting her against his hip. Light from the bedside lamp gleamed in his dark hair, along the tanned skin of one lean cheek, and sparked in amber eyes.

He had a knowledgeable gaze, like a man who had seen too much of the world and had not thought highly of it. Something rough had weathered him. She wondered if she would ever learn what it was. Yet despite that, he had probably saved her life tonight.