Another photo of me kissing Jack Knight-Snow.
It was rapidly becoming our ‘thing.’
When would the bad luck stop? Okay, I knew the answer to that already. The inconvenient press coverage would stop whenIstopped kissing Jack.
Grainy video flashed across the TV screen. The video angled downward, skimming the stone seawall. Orange lights stretched across the dark harbor, faint twilight lingering in the sky. Jack swam for shore, me clinging to him like a koala. He boosted me out of the water and then hoisted himself up, both of us coughing.
He was mesmerizing. The same clothing now dripping wet, every muscle in his chest and arms clear despite the poor video quality. Jack pulled himself back into the shadows.
I followed him, a compass on a string, instantly aligning. My hand disappeared into his hair as I arched into him for a hungry kiss.
Watching the video . . . my breath stuttered.
We looked good together. Like we . . . fit.
I relived his lips. Cold. Chilled. But so tender.
Tears pricked my eyelids.
Thankfully the video ended before Jack disappeared. The news anchor’s voice intruded, a sharp jangle of reality.
. . . would appear that Chiara D’Angelo can’t keep her hands off Jack Knight-Snow. This is the second time in nearly as many days that Ms. D’Angelo has been caught kissing the mysterious explorer. This time Mr. Knight-Snow heroically pulled Ms. D’Angelo from the ocean.
The incident began when Ms. D’Angelo allegedly instigated an altercation with Franz Dieter of Hamburg, Germany. The argument ended when Mr. Dieter tripped and fell over the seawall into the ocean, taking Ms. D’Angelo with him. Sources say no one saw Mr. Knight-Snow enter the water, but the gathered crowd definitely saw him pull Ms. D’Angelo out. Despite numerous eyewitnesses, Mr. Knight-Snow disappeared after another kiss.
The mystery of Jack Knight-Snow keeps growing. Who is this guy and what is the story between him and Chiara D’Angelo? . . .
I turned off the TV.
Damn. I pulled back an Elsa curtain and peeked out the window again, trying to see what was going on with the paparazzi. Had they found Jack? I was nearly a hundred percent sure he had sunk into the stone wall, so he shouldn’t be visible, but . . .
No one seemed to be too interested in the stone landing where Jack had last been seen. Instead, the members of the paparazzi were taking photos of the street and chatting with each other.
Which was good, I supposed. Jack must still be hidden.
I let the curtain fall back.
So much for hiding out. Now everyone knew where I was—everyonemeaning the Tempeste family.
Could I be a bigger idiot?
Well . . . probably better tonotask that question.
I needed to go to ground again before the Tempeste sent their assassins after me here. I wasn’t so sure that Jack’s warning would be sufficient to keep them away.
The problem? Even if I could sneak past all the paparazzi, I couldn’t leave without Jack. I wanted to make sure he was okay. And it would be difficult for him to travel long distances without being seen.
I chewed on my lip, my mind flipping through ideas. My brothers would have ideas and solutions. If only my phone were functional—
My eyes landed on Jack’s tablet.
Duh! Of course! I mentally smacked my forehead.
I could just email them from Jack’s account. Easy peasy.
I was seated in front of Jack’s tablet and into his email account before I thought through my actions.
I hadpromisedto not snoop.
