I touch him to get his attention, and he pulls away from me, his gaze sharpening. I can’t tell if he’s reacting like that because he thinks I want to sleep with him or because he thinks I’m crazy for attempting to do so while being so obviously turned off by it.
“Don’t touch me,” he snarls.
I raise both hands in the air, my lips inching up. He’s so obviously disturbed by what happened. And it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who’s mortified.
In fact, it makes me feel much better.
“I’m not the enemy, Finn. I told you I’m willing to help.”
His nostrils flare and he doesn’t respond.
Finn Cross is a bit more challenging than I thought he’d be, but everything is still going to plan. I haven’t given him anything to confirm his suspicions about who I am, and even if he doesn’t trust me, he needs me—or I wouldn’t be here.
“Shouldn’t we be, I don’t know—telling the police about your mom? The FBI has an entire department dedicated to cybersecurity. They might be able to find her now that we know she’s using an encrypted channel.”
Finn shifts his knees slightly so they’re touching mine. His cold, expressionless eyes slide over my body. “Why do you care so much?”
“I told you. I’m a?—”
“Fan.” His voice is so cold that I feel like I went skinny dipping in a frozen lake. He drops his voice so the driver can’t hear. “Are you still wearing them?”
“Wearing what?”
His eyes zero in on my lap.
I realize what he’s referring to and sputter, “No,of course not.I threw them away after I changed.”
Finn’s expression doesn’t shift at all except for the slightest tightening of his jaw. “A real fan would have kept them,” he says matter-of-factly. “Or asked me to sign.”
I blink rapidly. He’s right. The Kings’ fans are obsessed, starstruck, and unusually eager to jump into bed with them.
I messed up.
“I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but since you don’t mind, I’ll mail them to you. Sign them later,” I mutter.
Amusement passes through Finn’s normally harsh brown eyes before he glances away.
My heart thrums in victory. I made him smile. Sure, I don’tlikeFinn, but how many girls can say that they made the ice prince smile not once but twice?
Focus, J.
There’s a reason millions of girls all over the world are fans of the broody bass player. His little bread crumbs of emotional breakthroughs are catnip. But I can’t let Finn’s charisma distract me. Based on his line of questioning, he’s decided that he wants to investigate meandthe kidnappings.
That’s an unexpected turn of events. I thought Finn would be too distracted by the kidnappings or at least that he’d be too banged up from his bruised ribs to keep sniffing around who I am.
A severe miscalculation.
Perhaps Dutch would have focused on the bigger picture.
Perhaps Zane would have been more emotional.
But Finn is a different brother altogether. There’s no light behind his onyx-black eyes. He’s a monster who feels no guilt, no pain, no shame.
And that monster has his eyes on me.
Chapter Thirteen
FINN
