Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He didn’t like this new side of her. Up to this point, every time he interacted with her, she’d been a spitfire and so full of life she made him feel like maybe they could exist in this reality without being broken. Something had happened in the last forty-eight hours to change that, and his fists clenched with the need to destroy it. “What happened? Is this because of your brother?”
“No. Well, sort of.” She huddled the coffee closer. “He said I needed to choose and get it over with, and God knows I can’t choose you.”
Would she choose him if she could?
Before he could ask, she moved on, “Dmitri was the best choice. The only choice, really. And I should be grateful that he doesn’t play games.”
She didn’t sound grateful. She sounded hopeless. “Who is this guy?”
“He runs some kind of business down in New York. I don’t really know, but for him to be on my father’s list, he’s not a good man.” She made a face. “Though I knew that thirty seconds after meeting him. He’s a shark.”
And she was going to marry him. James tried to keep his voice even, but it was damn near impossible. “Is he the reason you’re like this?”
She didn’t answer directly. “This thing between us is over, James. It has to be. I just wanted to say good-bye.”
* * *
Carrigan watched the emotions play over James’s face before they settled into one she was familiar with—rage. He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Explain.”
This wasn’t going how she’d planned. Hell, she hadn’t had much of a plan when she walked out of the restaurant an hour ago. All she’d known was that Dmitri had threatened James, and every instinct she had told her that he was a man who didn’t bluff. If she didn’t cut things off immediately, he’d kill James. It was worse than the threat of war with her family or anything her brothers could bring to bear against Halloran. It was straight-out assassination.
She’d do whatever it took to keep that from happening.
So she forced her spine straight and her shoulders back. “This has been fun—”
“Fun.”
“—but we both knew it could never go anywhere.” It wasn’t in the cards for them, no matter how much her heart cried out for him.
“You’re a goddamn liar.” He suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his hands around hers, pinning her between the mug and his skin. “You want this. You want me.”
Yes! She pressed her lips together. “You’re not listening to me.”
“Yes, I am. You’re saying that things are over, and it sure as fuck sounds like your brother’s words coming out of your mouth when you do.” He stood, yanking her half out of her seat and nearly spilling her coffee in the process. “Come with me.”
It was a mistake. If she went with him now, she’d be putting him in danger. She might be signing his goddamn death warrant. “You don’t understand…”
He took the mug out of her hands and set it on the table. “You still want me.”
Of course she did. She was starting to suspect she’d want this man for the rest of her life and beyond. “That has nothing to do with anything.”
“It has everything to do with everything.” He pulled her closer, inch by inch, until there was barely a breath of distance between them. “I can’t let you go, lovely. I won’t. Come away with me tonight. We’ll figure things out, and the world will look better tomorrow.”
He was wrong. He was so wrong it wasn’t even funny. Even if tonight was the most perfect a night could be, nothing would be different tomorrow. It was a lesson Carrigan had learned all too well over the years. But if she had to give him up forever, who would blame her for taking one more night before she had to say good-bye? She looked away. She knew who would. Dmitri. He wouldn’t be forgiving. “It’s too risky.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Are you?”
He didn’t know what was at stake. But, looking up into his eyes, she realized that maybe she was wrong. James might not know the dirty details about Dmitri and his threats, but he didn’t live a life free of danger. Death could come for them any day. It was still a risk, and a stupid one at that, but she found herself nodding all the same. I can’t say no to this man. I don’t ever want to. “Just tonight.”
“We’ll get this figured out.” He kept a hold of her hand as he led her from the coffee shop to where he’d parked a black car she didn’t recognize, and then held her door while she climbed in.
She typed out a quick text to Liam. With James. I promise I’ll keep my phone on. It dinged almost as soon as she’d pushed send.