Hard to Forget by Incy Black

Author:Incy Black [Black, Incy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ignite, mystery, romantic suspense, Incy Black, romance, suspense, Entangled, Hard to Forget, thriller
ISBN: 9781633750838
Google: 4ABaBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00N04EKSQ
Barnesnoble: B00N04EKSQ
Goodreads: 23014306
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2014-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

She wished to God she’d never pointed out that the Service would not just let him go. She should have left him to believe. Believe they’d act with honor. With integrity. That the leak had been caused by someone unconnected.

“You start a war, Jack, and people will die. You included. Because, trust me, you’ll lose. You can’t fight what other people can’t, or don’t want to see. And no one wants to see Patient Peter Forsythe for the man he really is.”

He leaned in close. “Well, thanks for the show of confidence,” he said bitter-sweetly, ever the master of causticity. “So what do you suggest? I give up? Sorry, not a chance. I am not about to turn my back, ignore this,”—another savage jab at the newspaper, and the table groaned alarmingly—“and just walk away.”

She swallowed, or tried to. “The way I did, you mean?”

He nodded, though the tight little lines at the outer edges of his eyes appeared to soften.

Her head went down.

“I know things must have looked pretty bloody bleak, Lowry, but could you not have hung on a little longer? Fought a little harder? You could have challenged the court marshal. I half expected you to.”

She couldn’t imagine why he should sound pained. As if her giving up had hurt him more than it had her. “I was tired, Jack, and everything just seemed so damned…pointless.”

She hadn’t just been tired. The fight for someone, anyone to listen to her warnings had exhausted her. The laughter and ridicule to which she’d been subjected for being “that crazy conspiracy theorist” had rocked the corridors of the Cube. Every. Single. Day.

Did Jack not realize how much courage it had taken for her to stand up to the mockery and scorn? “Bet you didn’t know that I used to vomit every morning before turning in for work, Jack. So, yes, you could say things had gotten pretty damn bad.”

His face gave nothing away, but his fingers did seem to grip his mug of coffee just that little bit tighter, and the rise and fall of his chest not only deepened, but also quickened.

Freeing the breath cramping her own chest, she lowered her gaze and started tracing the smoky scorch mark left by a mug on the sad wooden table with her forefinger.

“Jesus, Lowry. I should have realized the initial good-natured teasing had crossed the line into bullying and put a stop to it. For that I’m sorry.”

Her head jerked up. Jack Ballentyne never apologized. She hated the strain on his face. The regret paling the blue of his eyes. Without thought, she held out her hand. “Truce?”

Now she really had shocked him. If he continued staring at her hand in that way, it would drop off. Then his gorgeous mouth slipped into a half-cocked grin. “You going to cringe if I shake that, Fisk?”

She shook her head.

His grip was firm, his hand engulfing hers. A strange sensation travelled her arm. Hot and sudden, like a mild electric shock. The heat spread to other parts of her body.

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