But we need . . .
To be closer.
Just allowing that thought sent a surge of arousal through him, yet he eased his body away from her.
We have to find a safe place where we can . . .
Make love,she finished for him.
“Yeah,” he said aloud.
“My family has a cabin out in bayou country, near New Iberia. We can go there.”
He let the picture of the isolated cabin fill his mind. They’d be alone, uninterrupted.
“Does Reynard know about it?”
“I don’t think so.”
He nodded, deciding he’d make a judgment about the hideout later. “Right now, I need to get my laptop from my bed and breakfast.”
She tightened her hand on his. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“It’s dangerous for my hard drive to fall into enemy hands.”
“Enemy hands. You mean Reynard—or whoever those men are working for?”
“Right. Either one.”
“What do they want with us?” she asked in a strained voice.
“I don’t know, but we’d better find out.”
“I know it’s a stretch, but do you think it has something to do with . . . that clinic?”
“Someone who wants to hurt John could be after you.”
“He didn’t share that with me if it’s true. And they came after both of us.”
“Well, they could be mad that I rescued you.”
“Okay. Right.”
“On the other hand, they could have just killed me and left me there—then taken you in the van. But they took both of us.”
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“But back to your question about that clinic. You have to wonder why they wanted to keep testing the children.” Deliberately he took his hand away from hers.
She leaned back against the seat with her eyes closed.
Hell of a day,he said.
Hard to imagine,she answered.
His head jerked toward her. “We weren’t touching.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s right.”
