Bullseye_SEAL by Carol Ericson

Author:Carol Ericson [Ericson, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Published: 2017-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Through the shade of her sunglasses, Gina watched the emotions play across Josh’s face. Did she see relief in there somewhere?

Would her story finally convince him that she’d wanted no part of her father’s drug empire and no part of her marriage with Ricky?

When Josh spoke, his words came out in measured, dull syllables as if he were suppressing a great rage. “How did your father intend to keep your son from you?”

“Really?” She shook her glass of rapidly melting ice. “My father had money and power in Colombia—politicians, judges, law enforcement officials—all in the palm of his hand. He gave me a taste of that power once, took RJ right away from me for a week.”

“Your husband was okay with it?”

“My husband aided and abetted my father, and was handsomely rewarded for doing so. Even if I had initiated divorce proceedings against Ricky, my father would’ve seen to it that Ricky would win sole custody of RJ and I would’ve been shut out completely.” Gina shivered in the heat.

A muscle ticked in Josh’s tight jaw. “Is that why you were so anxious to find out if Ricky was alive?”

“Did you think I was anxious to reunite with my dead husband to rekindle our great romance?” Her lip curled. Ricky the poet and musician had completely morphed into something unrecognizable once he’d wormed his way into her father’s organization. She never let him touch her again.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made any assumptions.”

The waiter showed up at their cabana again and while Josh waved him off, Gina held up her glass. “Uno más, por favor.”

Josh wasn’t finished with her yet. “Did you tell the DEA about your father’s threats?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think they believed me, and of course I didn’t say anything about my mother’s money or this bank account.”

“Maybe that’s why the agents didn’t believe your story. They sensed you were lying about something.”

“They were right.” She collapsed back in the chaise longue, a great weight sloughing off her shoulders. “Do you trust me now?”

“Trust you? It was never about trust, Gina.”

“Oh, yeah, it was. Sometimes you looked at me like...” She scrunched up her nose. “Like I was a bug to be squashed, and that was even before you found out about your mother.”

His eyebrows jumped to his hairline. “I never thought of you as a bug—to be squashed or otherwise.”

She waved her hands. “Okay, well, maybe we can just put that behind us. I wasn’t in league with my father or my husband or any of Los Santos. I was just trying to protect my mother, my son. Now I’m trying to help you.”

“I’m supposed to be helping you.”

“Can’t we help each other? You seem like a guy who needs help.”

The waiter ducked beneath their awning with another tequila sunrise on a tray. Josh signed for the drink.

Toying with the swizzle stick loaded with fruit, Gina took a sip of the sweet drink but had lost her desire for it once her confession had ended.

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