Chapters (27)
- Book Description
- About Lexi Blake
- Also from Lexi Blake
- Foreword from Rebecca Zanetti
- Acknowledgments from the Author
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Epilogue
- Discover the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection
- Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights
- Protected
- Momento Mori
- On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
He would find someone. Hell, maybe there was already a woman in Louisiana. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was desperate to go home. An old flame he’d never gotten over? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was he didn’t love her. She wasn’t his one.
“Lisa, we’re not done talking about this and I’m not going anywhere,” he swore.
She shook her head. “I have to start closing.”
She hurried through the small hallway that led to the back of the building. To her left there was another hall and the men’s and women’s rooms. Past that was the kitchen where the cooks would be cleaning their stations and getting ready to close down for another night. She walked straight ahead to where the offices were. Sean Taggart had the largest of the three, but Linc and Sebastian shared one. It was where they typed in inventory reports and ordered product and met with vendors.
It was a nice office. Maybe she needed to change her dreams. She’d thought of conquering the business world, but she felt happier in a place like this.
It might be the one blessing to come out of this whole debacle.
Lisa took a deep breath and hoped she didn’t look like a woman who’d just had her heart plucked from her body and casually tossed away.
She couldn’t get into Remy’s truck. She couldn’t slide in beside him and pretend like they were normal, like she didn’t know what she knew. She wasn’t sure why he was holding the line about not leaving until she was safe, but he could be stubborn. It would be ridiculous for him to put his life on hold for a woman he didn’t love.
“Linc, I…” She started to ask him for a ride home as she opened the door and then stopped because Linc was on the floor, his big body at an odd angle and…oh god…that was blood. He was bleeding. He was on the floor and bleeding.
What the hell? She started to get to the floor to help him up.
“Hush, Ms. Daley,” an accented voice said from behind her as a gloved hand covered her mouth. A strong arm wound around her waist, keeping her upright. “We’re going on a little trip, you and I. Your friend is alive, but he doesn’t have to stay that way. Nod if you understand me.”
She went still. If she didn’t, this man would kill Linc.
She nodded.