Neil (The Uncompromising Series Book 2) by Sybil Bartel

Author:Sybil Bartel [Bartel, Sybil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Uncomprimising Series, Book Two
Publisher: Sybil Bartel
Published: 2016-08-21T18:30:00+00:00

HIS HEART BEAT IN MY ear. A clock ticked somewhere in the distance. Viking sat perfectly still and I calmed down enough to talk.

“I want to see my son.” I needed to see him.

“You will.” His deep voice quietly rumbled from his chest and surrounded me with an intimacy I had to remind myself wasn’t real.

“When?”

His chest steadily rose and fell but he didn’t loosen his hold on me. “Soon.”

“Where is he?”

“Daytona Beach.”

“With Talon?” The name sounded familiar on my tongue.

“Yes.”

I inhaled. “I want to go there.” Our body heat mingled and the scent of his spicy musk intensified. It scared me how much he smelled like safety.

“We will.”

I fought the urge to put my hand on his chest. “Are you just appeasing me?”

“No.”

I breathed out. “Then what’s going to happen next?”

He lifted me off his lap and set me on the couch. “I will find Candle and resolve this. Then you will go on with your life.”

What did resolve mean? “It’s that simple?” I rubbed my arms at the sudden loss of his body heat.

“Yes.” He stood. “Wait.” He walked into the kitchen and I unfolded myself from the couch and went to the windows.

I stared at the skyline and the ocean beyond. Moonlight dancing on the soft waves, the night sky vast and reassuring, I should’ve been glad that he’d walked away from me but I’d never been more anxious. I was hit with a rush of spicy musk and his hand appeared in front of me with a crystal tumbler. “Drink.”

As soon as my fingers curled around the glass, he quickly withdrew. I sniffed the amber liquid. Scotch. “Thanks.” I forced a sip, hoping it would calm the shit flip-flopping around in my stomach, but it only burned like hell.

He stepped beside me and studied the view without a word.

I craned my neck to look up at him, wondering if I would ever remember who he was. Perfectly square jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones, even his profile was intimidating. “Where do you really live?”

He took a sip of his drink. “Ocala.”

That was hours from Miami Beach. “Then why are you here?”

“Why do you think?”

I made a pathetic attempt at humor. “You’re trying to get into my pants?”

His sideways glance was unreadable. “Trying? No.”

I wasn’t going to touch that. “So you just show off your real estate to random women who get kidnapped?” I was so damn uncomfortable in this designer showcase waste of money, I wanted to accuse him of being pretentious but he wasn’t. He was a Viking-sized beast of man who made no apologies.

“I show nothing off.” He tossed his drink back in one gulp. “You are not random and I do not bring women here.” The muscles in his forearm rippled as he set his glass on the coffee table.

I didn’t know if I believed him about the women but then it occurred to me why it might be true. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

He didn’t hesitate. “No attachments.”

At first I thought he meant he wasn’t attached to anyone right now but then something in his tone made me question him.

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