A Man Like Him by Rachel Brimble

Author:Rachel Brimble
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“ANGELA?” CHRIS LEAPED to his feet as she did.

Her chair clattered to the floor behind her and she snatched her clutch from the table, seemingly oblivious to him and the staring diners around them. She turned and darted her panicked gaze over his face. “I’ve got to go. Now.”

“Wait. What happened?”

She stared at him, her eyes wide, her entire body shaking. “He’s here. I saw him.”

“Who? Masters?” Anger surged through him. “You saw Masters?”

She nodded. Chris shot his gaze manically around the restaurant as he came around the table and slid his arm across her shoulders. Adrenaline shot into his veins. “Where? Where was he?”

She pointed her shaking finger toward the open entrance. “He left. He smiled at me and left. Oh, God. We’ve got to leave. Now.”

The urge to sprint from the restaurant and chase the bastard into the ground pummeled through Chris’s blood. Fire burst and burned hot behind his rib cage. “No. You wait here. I’ll go.”

She whirled out of his grasp. Her dark eyes burning bright with anger. “No. I said we leave and I meant it. You’re not going after him on your own. I agreed to this date but if you’re in any danger, it stops. Now. He’s here. This is it. You are not going after him alone.”

“Mr. Forrester? Is everything all right?”

They snapped their heads around simultaneously. The maître d’ stood to the side of them, his eyes flitting back and forth between Chris and Angela, his cheeks flushed.

“Everything’s fine.” Chris turned to Angela. “Let’s go.”

Drawing out his wallet, he tossed a few twenty pound notes onto the table before gripping Angela’s hand and leading her from the restaurant, heedless to the stares of the diners and staff.

Bastard. Damn nerveless bastard. I’ll kill him with my bare hands.

They half ran, half stumbled down the steps and onto the beach. Still holding Angela’s hand, Chris ran toward the car parking lot. Her high heels clip-clopped erratically against the asphalt and he forced himself to slow down before she broke an ankle.

He yanked his car keys from his pocket as they neared his car. He pointed it and the locks shunted open. “Get in. Call Cat. I’ll drive.”

Her eyes blazed hot with anger and verve. “Where, Chris? Where are you going to drive? He could be anywhere.”

His heart raced and his mind whirled. “We’ll find him. Get in.”

She moved toward the passenger door and then froze. Her face was ghostly white in the semidarkness, her frame suddenly smaller and more fragile than it had been minutes before when they’d been staring into each other’s eyes across the restaurant table.

He had no idea if she was functioning on adrenaline, anger or fear. He wanted to protect her. Keep her safe. Her body hummed with self-defense yet the look in her eyes told him Masters still had her. Still controlled every damn emotion she dared to feel.

Chris balled his hands into fists at his sides in an effort to remain calm. “Angela?”

She looked around the parking lot.

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