The Intended Victim (The Agency Book 4) by Ivy Alexandra

Author:Ivy, Alexandra [Ivy, Alexandra]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2019-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The front door was pulled open as Ash stepped onto the porch. He conjured up his most charming smile as he studied Remi’s face in the light that spilled from the house.

“I’m home.”

“Hmm.”

She turned to walk back into the living room, and Ash took a selfish second to appreciate the fine shape of her backside, which was shown to advantage in her soft jeans. Then, giving a shake of his head, he was hurriedly stepping inside and closing the door. It was freezing outside. Plus, he knew Remi well enough to sense she was pissed.

“I recognize that ‘hmm,’” he said. “You’re mad.”

Coming to a halt in the center of the living room, she turned to face him. “You don’t have to sneak away while I’m in the shower. If you have to go somewhere without me, you can just walk out the door.”

He winced at her frosty tone. “Ouch.”

She shrugged. “I just mean that you’re free to come and go as you want.”

“Stop.” Ash stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands. He felt a genuine remorse for his childish flight that morning. “I’m sorry. I left without telling you where I was going because I didn’t want to worry you. I won’t do it again.” Lowering his head, he brushed an impulsive kiss over her lips. “I promise.”

Remi blushed, but she thankfully didn’t pull away from his touch. “Why would I be worried?”

“Because I went to your mother’s estate to check out the Mustang,” he confessed.

He felt her stiffen. “You said it was a coincidence.”

“I had to know for sure.”

“And?”

Ash grimaced. “I have more questions than answers.”

Her expression tightened with frustration. And something else. Was it fear?

“I don’t understand,” she rasped. “Was it my father’s car that nearly ran over Roo or not?”

“It’s really impossible to say yes or no,” he told her. “There was nothing to show that it had been out of the garage since Albert had last driven it.”

She blinked in confusion. “Albert was driving it?”

“He takes out all the cars to keep the batteries charged and check for any problems.”

“Oh.” She wrinkled her nose, her tone rueful. “Sometimes I forget how spoiled I was when I lived with my parents. I just got in my car and assumed it would be ready to go. I never even filled up the gas tank until I moved out.”

His fingers brushed over her cheeks, fascinated by the soft satin of her skin. He didn’t want to talk. Especially not about the Butcher. He just wanted to savor the feel of her beneath his hands.

“I didn’t realize food didn’t magically appear on my plate at dinnertime until I got my own place,” he assured her. “Kids are supposed to be spoiled.”

She trembled at the heat that sparked between them. “Speaking of food,” she hastily tried to distract him, “your mother stopped by this morning.”

“Ah. That explains why you taste like cinnamon.” His gaze lowered to the lush temptation of her lips. He desperately wanted to kiss her again, but he sensed she was too edgy.

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