“Oh…” I was surprised he remembered something like that.
He watched me from his seat, his eyes a mystery since they were hidden behind his sunglasses. I didn’t like it when anything was obstructing his face because it was difficult to figure out what he was thinking.
I leaned forward and slowly pulled the sunglasses off the bridge of his nose and set them on the table. “There. That’s better.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I moved over the table with my elbows resting on the surface and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I can see your eyes. And your eyes are my favorite.” I pulled away, seeing his heavy-lidded expression.
A slight smile moved across his mouth, and his eyes narrowed intently on my face. He stared at me with that focused expression, making me feel like the only thing that mattered in this world. It was a look that made me both hot and cold at the same time. “Why?”
“Because I can see your mood, your thoughts.”
“You can read my mind?” he whispered.
“Not your mind. Just your emotions.”
“Then what am I feeling now?”
That was easy. “That you want to keep kissing me. Just kiss me. You don’t want to take it to the bedroom where the clothes will come off. You want to feel our mouths move together, our tongues slide past one another. You want my hands to move up and down your chest while you fist my hair. And you want to keep doing that…until it’s time for you to leave.” I wasn’t sure if that was exactly what was on his mind, but it was on mine. I could tell when he was in a purely sexual mood, and that wasn’t now. But he was definitely affectionate, definitely warm.
His eyes narrowed even more, and the smile left his face. “Maybe you can read my mind.”
“Your eyes give you away.”
“Then maybe I should put those sunglasses back on.”
“No.” I pulled them farther away from his grasp so I could see all of his handsome face. “I want to look at you. It’s much nicer than the view.”
He leaned back into his chair and watched me, his eyes darkening in a way I’d never seen before. He didn’t say another word, and his playfulness disappeared. The silence stretched between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy with unspoken words, scorching attraction, and everything else that existed between us.
I couldn’t read his mood like I usually could because his thoughts were different from what they ever were before. Something changed. I could feel it in the air as well as see it in his eyes. I just wasn’t sure what that change was.
I hoped I would find out.
I jogged around the castle because there were dirt pathways that maneuvered through the grass and the trees. His guards were around the property everywhere, so I never felt unsupervised. All of the men had obviously been told I had permission to go wherever I wanted because they never tried to stop me.
I pulled the earbuds out of my ears and slowed to a walk. I had a stitch in my side, and I struggled to relax the muscle around my waist. My hands moved to my hips, and I breathed through my nose and out my mouth. I knew Crewe took this path every single day, but he went at the crack of dawn when I was still asleep.
I couldn’t get up early even to eat, let alone work out.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when Dunbar emerged on the path, wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. I was suddenly aware of how alone we were together. None of the other guards was anywhere nearby. Crewe would never hear my screams no matter how loud I yelled.
So I’d have to kill Dunbar.
I had an iPod in my hand, and I could crush it against his nose if I had to.
Dunbar looked like he wanted to strangle me, crack my neck like I was a chicken on the farm. He stopped in his tracks ten feet away and didn’t come any closer.
I watched him, my hand gripping the music device. “Yes?”
“I’m going to tell you something. But you didn’t hear it from me. Accuse me, and I’ll deny it.”
I raised an eyebrow, having no idea where this was going. “Okay…”
“The device that Crewe put inside your brother’s head…it’s not real.” His bushy eyebrows moved every time he spoke, his expression concentrated on the severity of the moment.
“What?”
“It’s not wired to an electric pulse. It just carries a signal so it’ll show up on an X-ray.”
My hands gripped my waist as I listened to every word. “Why would Crewe do that?”
“Because Crewe wouldn’t want to kill your brother. He just wants you to think he will.”
“Because…?”
“It keeps both of you in line.”
Come to think of it, I never saw Crewe with the transmitter on him. He never threatened me with the explosive either. “If that’s true, why would you tell me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he hissed. “Ever since you came around, you’ve been sabotaging my every move—”
“Have not.”
“Yes, you have. Crewe is so obsessed with you that he’s losing his focus. I know you’ve been manipulating him this entire time. Ariel agrees with me. You’re going to pull him down a path he can’t recover from. But now that you know the truth, you can leave. Find an escape route and go.”
Dunbar wasn’t trustworthy so I didn’t know if I could believe a word he said, but I did believe his motives. He’d wanted me out of here since the day I arrived. He had no problem strangling me and slapping me. Both he and Ariel wanted me out of Crewe’s life. And this was the perfect way to get rid of me. “How do I know you aren’t lying? That you’re just trying to get my brother and me dead?”
“I don’t care about either of you being dead. I just want you gone. You wanna know how I’m telling the truth? Think about Crewe. He’s a hard man, but he’s not cruel. He didn’t sell you to Bones because he went soft. He hasn’t hurt you because he’s kind. He defended you from me because he’s chivalrous. Do you really think he would hurt you, the woman his entire universe revolves around?”
When he said that, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind.
Dunbar was telling the truth.
There wasn’t a bomb inside my brother’s head.
There was nothing keeping me there.
All I had to do was plan my next move.
And I could be free.
15
Crewe
Ariel sat with her leather notepad on her lap. A glass of scotch was on the table beside her, and she was on her second drink. Pias sat in the other chair, our main distributor who took care of the shipments before they headed off to international places. He was essential in my scotch business, and he was someone Ariel approved of.
One of the butlers came to my side and lifted the decanter of scotch. “Another, sir?”
I eyed the empty glass and didn’t struggle to resist. “I’d prefer a glass of water. Thank you.”
“Very well, sir.” He grabbed the pitcher and filled my glass.