The Lancaster Rule by T.K. Toppin

Author:T.K. Toppin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T.K. Toppin
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

John glanced across at Josie. She sat moody and silent, and far enough away to make a point—if that was at all possible in the small four-seater airlift. Tiredness blanketed him. He’d not slept in twenty-four hours, and this was his second trip to Bali in less than ten hours. She refused to look at him, and he in turn refused to speak to her. Simon helpfully filled in the gaps with idle chatter.

Blast Simon, he was enjoying this. John glanced at his friend, who pointedly gazed out the window looking for all the world like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

With difficulty, John stamped his anger down.

That…that, woman!

She agitated him so. If it weren’t for her injuries, he’d grab and shake her until her teeth fell out. Until those enchanting green eyes fell out like marbles and bounced onto the floor.

Before meeting her, he’d never questioned himself or his actions. But now he found himself doing stupid things, behaving like a befuddled ass and acting like a bull-headed elephant in the height of mating season. Especially in front of her.

Fuck—to borrow a vile expression from her.

And what did she mean, he had no hold over her? That hurt to the core. Her words left him gutted and feeling foolish. Did she mean she wanted him to have a hold on her? Was that an invitation? John shook his head to clear it. Or was that the simple truth? She’d said she cared for him, or had that been just a figure of speech? And did this also mean she did like him—before? But not anymore?

Women spoke in too many riddles! A dull throb, the beginnings of a blinding headache, pounded dead center in his brain.

John had met directly with Wellesley in the early hours of the morning. With Simon in tow, they had managed to quietly remove Wellesley from his guesthouse in Bali and place him under house arrest. But as Josie stated in her eloquence, who would question the actions of the World President, or the World President’s head of security?

As much as he loathed using underhanded actions and abusing his authority, he needed to talk to Lorcan first. Had to.

Admittedly, had circumstances been different, perhaps he and Wellesley could’ve been friends. Having met the man, John begrudgingly liked him, in that odd, wary way people did when they found themselves on opposing sides. There was the admiration and respect, and a little envy, two powerhouses usually showed when circling each other, sizing the other up.

They were still enemies, and their objectives wouldn’t change. The only thing they had in common was Josie.

Dread filled him too, that once she met with Wellesley, it would all end and she’d run back to the Brit, never to be seen again.

What had she said? Give her a reason to stay.

Josie wanted his affection, he knew that much for certain. John could tell, and the time he’d spent with her proved she wasn’t someone who threw her affections around randomly. In his experience, women were complicated creatures.

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