“I hope it won’t get to that stage. We just try to do whatever we can, which is?”
Here’s where he wanted to have the plan.
“My family. He’s like a father to me, but we aren’t related.”
Jack.
He was my idea for now. I knew the only person who could help me now was him. We’d get to Idaho and I’d have something to work with. We’d have a place to stay and hide out. A place to think and I could contact Wes.
“Where is yourwould befather?”
“Idaho.”
Frankie frowned. “Well at least we’ll totally get gone. What about the prints Xander, don’t you want to try and get them again?”
I shook my head. “Mission’s blown. There’s no point. It took me weeks to work out where Giovanni was hiding them. He would have handed them over, I think to one of the people he was working with. I think he would have done that.”
“Youthink? But we don’t know for sure.”
I nodded. “I’m ninety percent certain. I think The Chameleon would have taken them.”
He pulled in a deep breath. “So we just run?”
“Yeah. I think so. I sent my people the code to let them know I’d failed. I’m hoping they’ll find another way. I don’t know. I just need to get Jia somewhere safe. Somewhere that doesn’t jeopardize your family. By the way I didn’t give my location away to anyone.”
“I appreciate that.” He stood up when the door opened and Jia poked her blond head in.
She smiled when she saw me sitting up and floated over to me.
“I’ll leave you two. See you later.” Frankie smiled and left us.
Jia sat next to me and I placed an arm around her.
“You’re sitting up.” She beamed.
“I’m sitting up and I feel stronger. Much stronger,” I assured her.
She ran her fingers over my chest. The slight touch stirred that need for her I always had just from the sight. All I had to do was look at her and I wanted her.
“It’s so good to see you like this.” Her beautiful eyes sparkled. “I made cannelloni. I couldn’t help it, it’ll be ready soon.”
It was good that she could keep occupied with cooking so she wouldn’t worry too much. I for one knew she was terrified.
“Sounds amazing baby.”
“Is there anything you need?”
“You.” The answer was true and simple.
“I’m here.”
“Kiss me.”
She crooked her finger and beckoned me to come to her delicious lips for a kiss. I was only too happy to oblige and taste her sweetness. Sweet like honey but she had that element of something that made her more desirable. It was passion. Hot sexy passion that cut through to my want for her, even in my weakened state.
She was my weakness in every way.
