The doors slid shut, trapping her inside the small car with Blake. He took up too much of the oxygen. A light-headed sensation had her bracing a hand on the gleaming metal wall. He gave her a curious glance but made no remark.
She chalked her dizziness up to a bout of claustrophobia or lack of food. Either could be the culprit, certainly not because of the good-looking agent.
They got out on the eleventh floor, and he led her to a door at the end of the hall which he unlocked and pushed open. Inside, please.
Curious, she entered, thankful for the soft yellow glow from a table lamp. The large living room held two brown leather sofas and a love seat, a glass coffee table, a marble fireplace, plus a plush rug that cushioned every step. She laid her coat over the arm of a high-back chair pushed up to a nice-sized dining table. Off to the right was a kitchen. Without the lights on, she couldnt make out more than the shapes of the appliances, but would hazard a guess it was all state-of-the-art.
Blake walked past her and down a short hall. This will be your room.
She followed him into a well-appointed bedroom with crisp white linens, a marble fireplace and floor-to-ceiling windows that during the day would offer stunning views.
The room faced the falls. Though it was too dark to see the water, she could make out the slight hum of the rapids. There was a thin television mounted on the wall over a desk. The bath was equally impressive. Oversized with marble accoutrements and gold fixtures. Bright white plush towels hung on warming racks and a thick white robe waited on a hanger on the back of the door.
As much as Liz appreciated the luxury of the condo, shed rather be home with her sister, both of them safe and content to be on Hilton Head Island.
I shouldnt be here, she said. Guilt ate at her. She was in this beautiful place, protected and safe, while who knew what kind of conditions Jillian was suffering. I should be at the hotel where Jillian last was. Maybe theres a clue or something that will tell us what happened to her.
In two long strides Blake was in front her, towering over her, yet she didnt cower. His posture was unthreatening, almost tender. His big hands engulfed her much smaller ones. His touch was comforting and disconcerting all at once. She saw the shadow of fatigue under his eyes and the stubble darkening his strong jaw. He still had his coat buttoned to the top and looked as if hed stepped from the pages of a magazine rather than being an agent for the federal government.
She should pull her hands away, the rational part of her brain warned, but she didnt. Couldnt. For the moment, she accepted his offer of strength.
Listen to me, Liz, youre going to need to be alert and one hundred percent ready for tomorrow. That means rest for the remainder of the night.
Easy for him to say. I dont know if I can rest.
You need to try. He rubbed her hands gently. We have people staking out the hotel. If your sister returns, theyll let me know.
Her stomach cramped with hunger. Would it be possible to get a piece of toast and a glass of water?
Of course. Im sorry, I should have offered the moment we arrived. He ran a hand through his hair. Im not used to playing host.
She tracked his fingers, wondering if the dark strands would be coarse or soft against her own skin. Forcing her attention away from his hair, she said, Its okay. Youve a lot on your mind.
This way. He gestured for her to follow him.
He unbuttoned his coat as they went, then shrugged out of it and laid it on the back of the couch. The suit he wore looked to be perfectly made for his physique. The navy material draped on his frame in a custom fit that emphasized the width of his shoulders, his trim waist and long muscular legs.
When did you last eat?
It took a moment for his words to process. She had to drag her mind away from admiring him. This morning, she admitted.
He turned the kitchen light on. She was right. Gleaming, state-of-the-art, appliances and granite countertops. She traced her hand over the cool surface. Her apartment counters were old white tile blocks that needed regrouting.
Blake leaned on the open refrigerator door. I could make you some eggs or a salad.
Eating too much this late at night will give me the gobbly-wobbles. Not as if the past twenty-four hours hadnt already. She would no doubt have nightmares tonight. That was if she managed to sleep at all.
Uh?
She smiled with sadness. Sorry. Thats something my dad used to say. Add to my nightmares, she clarified. Toast will be fine.
He frowned at her. You have nightmares?
Not on a regular basis but my sister has been kidnapped. What do you think?
Oh, right. He reached inside the refrigerator and brought out two loaves of bread. We have sourdough or cinnamon raisin.
Her mouth watered. One of each.
All right, he said with a dose of approval that shouldnt have felt so good. One of each it is. Glasses are in the cupboard to the right of the sink. He popped two slices of bread in the toaster.
She got herself and him tall glasses of water. When the toast was ready and buttered on a plate, they sat at the dining table while she nibbled on the toast.
Blake leaned back in his chair. The drop-down light over the dining table covered him in a soft glow, gentling the sharp edges of the angles and planes of his face. Tell me about your familys business.
Was he really interested or making small talk? It was hard to tell from the neutral expression on his face. Deciding it didnt matter either way, she replied, My dad was a professor of history when he met my mother. Shed worked in a coffee shop near campus. They had a whirlwind romance that lasted two decades. Mom loved antiques so buying the store on Hilton Head Island gave them a common interest.
So they ran the store together?
They did, until moms illness. Lymphoma.
Im sorry for your loss. He sounded sincere, and she appreciated his consideration.
Thank you. She finished off her toast as a wave of exhaustion took hold. Dad was never the same after she passed. Ten years later his heart gave out. But I think he died of a broken heart.
Leaving you to care for your younger sister, Blake said.
Yes. I promised my dad on his deathbed I would take care of Jillian. From the moment her father had elicited the promise to watch out for Jillian, Liz had been doing so. Shed come home from college to finish out her last two terms via online classes and worked in their fathers shop while Jillian finished up high school.
You were what, twenty? Surely you had other family who could take some of the burden?
Both my moms and dads parents passed on when we were little. It was just me and Jillian.
What is she like?
Pretty like our mother. She got Moms fine bones and masses of curly blond hair. A free-spirited artist. But Liz had the more angular features of their father and her dishwater blond hair was stick straight. No matter what type of styling equipment she used, she couldnt get her fine, thin hair to curl. I take more after Dad.
There were other differences, as well. Jillian was also reckless, always chasing after one dream or another, while Liz analyzed and contemplated before making any decision. Over the years Liz had endeavored to curb her sisters wild ways to no avail.
Was he reserved and thoughtful, like you?
Shed been called reserved often. She didnt mind that moniker. Opening herself up to others didnt come naturally or easy. But Blake considered her thoughtful? That was nice. He was nice when he wasnt trying to intimidate her.
Dad was passionate about the store. So in that respect, yes, Im like him. I enjoy running the business. Over the years Dad taught me how to manage the inventory and the books so when he passed on it was a given that Id take over while Jillian finished high school and then dabbled at college.
Anxious dread weighed down her heart as worry bubbled. Was Jillian all right? Was she resting? Getting food to eat?
Yet you managed to finish college, he said sounding impressed.
I did. She was proud of the accomplishment. My degree in marketing has proven effective with the store.
So you run the shop and provide for Jillian. He cocked his head to the side. Who watches out for you and your needs?
His question caught her off guard. She had no ready answer. Shed been content to manage the store while Jillian went off to college to study art. Her passion, as Jillian had claimed with dramatic flair when Liz had suggested she major in something a bit more practical.
She didnt regret the time spent keeping the business going or providing as much guidance as she could for Jillian. It was her choice to honor her fathers promise. And she would continue to do so. Jillian needed her now more than ever.
Deep inside of her, resentment stirred for the promise shed made, the years of sacrifice. And as quickly, guilt swamped her, flooding her heart and her mind, drowning the resentment. How could she not want to keep her promise to her father? How could she begrudge taking care of her sister?
Still Blakes question poked at her, forcing her to admit to herself that the last time shed felt cared for had been before her mother had fallen ill. A heavy sadness pressed on her shoulders. Mom had been so loving and kind, yet shed been stern when needed. Shed been encouraging and giving. Liz had admired her so much. And had wanted to emulate her in every way. When the sickness had grabbed ahold of her, Liz had stepped up to fill her shoes by taking over the household chores and the cooking and even taking care of young Jillian.
Dad had tried to stay involved in their lives, but hed been so consumed by his wifes illness that the day-to-day living had fallen to Liz. Shed picked up the mantle with pride. Still did.
Im doing fine. Its Jillian who we need to be worried about. She picked up their dirty dishes and carried them to the sink, hoping hed drop this line of conversation. She could feel his gaze on her but she held her chin up and wouldnt let him see how his question affected her.
We have a big day tomorrow, he said. Apparently he got the hint and let the conversation die. Ill walk you back to your room. You really do need to rest.
He was right, of course. She did need to rest to have the strength for what was to come. At her door she asked, Where will you be sleeping?
Ill be down the hall, he said. The other team members are right next door. Youll meet Drew and Samantha in the morning.
She put her hand on the doorknob but paused to ask, Why are you doing this? I mean I know its your job, but...
I want Santini. He killed my friend and has evaded authorities for too long. I wont rest until hes behind bars for the rest of his life.
She absorbed his words, understanding what drove him and appreciating that hed shared his story with her. I meant, letting me stay here? This seems above the call of duty.
One corner of his mouth curved up with the barest hint of a smile before he tamed his lips back into a straight line. I promised you Id keep you safe. This is as safe as it gets.
Are you always so in control and contained?
Thats the rumor. This time he did smile, revealing a dimple in his cheek.
Her breath stalled. He really was handsome, even more so when he smiled. That dimple was charming. She wondered what it would be like to have his charm turned fully on her. She placed a hand over her tummy to still the flutter of attraction that wanted to take flight. Good night, Blake.
Good night, Liz.
He walked away, disappearing into a room at the end of the hallway, leaving Liz alone with only her prayers for company.
No, that wasnt exactly true. Blake would be right down the hall if she needed him.
Shed never had anyone be there for her. She was the one to take care of others, seeing to everyone elses needs before her own. It was a part of her makeup, her genetic code, or at least that was what shed been taught in her psychology classes in college. Those personality tests pegged her as a helper and a thinker, which stood to reason why it was so hard for her to let others help her. And why she overanalyzed everything.
Seeing to her safety was Blakes job, she reasoned. He needed her to capture Santini. And she needed Blake to rescue her sister. They were helping each other.
A win, win.
But why did she have the sinking feeling that what they both wanted would come with a price?