Special Agent's Surrender by Cassidy Carla

Author:Cassidy, Carla [Cassidy, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-03-04T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“I couldn’t hear anything in the background of the call that might point to a location,” Jacob said to his brothers, who were all squeezed around the cabin’s small kitchen table. Outside the day was as dismal and gray as the mood among the men.

“We’ve gone over this a dozen times already,” he said impatiently. “I didn’t recognize his voice, it was distorted as it’s always been. All he said was that he’s looking forward to playing the game with me, that Jennifer Hightower cries all the time and Suzy Bakersfield appears to be in a mild state of shock. And Brittany said to tell me hello.”

As the men continued their discussion Layla silently refilled their coffee cups. She’d gotten up early that morning and fixed Jacob breakfast. He’d said he wasn’t hungry, but she’d insisted he eat, knowing that it was going to be a long day.

The night before had seemed endless. After the phone call, Jacob had insisted she go to bed, and sensing he wanted time alone, she’d complied. She’d found sleep impossible and knew he’d suffered the same fate as she’d heard him wandering around the cabin until nearly dawn.

She hadn’t been sure if it was the phone call or the fact that they’d almost made love that had kept sleep at bay for her. The contact with the killer had been disturbing, but so had the intimate contact with Jacob.

Jacob moved her as no other man in her life had ever done before.

She would have fallen into bed with him last night if the phone call hadn’t interrupted them. And he would have taken her to bed. He’d kissed her with raw desire. There had been no mistaking what he wanted from her.

And she’d wanted him like she’d never wanted before. She would have willingly capitulated to her own wants, her own needs, if that horrifying call hadn’t happened.

She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and tried not to dwell on the thoughts of what might have been, but they kept intruding into her brain.

She knew better than to chase what she couldn’t have, and Jacob was in that category. Oh, she might get his passion, enjoy his lust, but she knew there would never be anything deeper, more lasting.

Sometimes she felt as if her father had cursed her just to be spiteful. He’d made a deal with the devil to keep her from finding real love.

Jacob looked both tired and slightly dangerous in his black turtleneck and jeans and wearing his shoulder holster. He’d had the gun on when she’d gotten up that morning, the result of the contact with the killer and a reminder that danger could come at any time.

She finished pouring their coffee and then resumed her stance in the corner, her gaze lingering on Jacob. The lack of sleep the night before showed in tired lines that bracketed his mouth, in the faint shadows beneath his eyes.

What she’d like to do was pull him into her bed, force him to sleep without dreams and sleep wonderfully well-embraced in his arms.

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