“Right. Of course. I’ll be back out in the kitchen.” Marie whirled away, not before he saw her crestfallen features.
Did Marie want him to stay?
Was the attraction he felt toward her mutual?
Chapter Ten
“What is wrong with me,”Marie muttered to herself as she headed back to the kitchen. “I should be happy he wants to leave.”
A quick look over her shoulder showed her nothing but an empty hallway. At least he hadn’t heard her talking to herself about him.
Marie leaned against the kitchen counter and twisted one of her earrings around and around.
The image of Isaac standing in her bedroom doorway, staring at her bed, was etched in her mind. There was something so right about him being there, which had to be wrong considering, until a few hours ago, she knew him as Samuel and never expected to see him again.
In the space of half a day, her life went from boring to her potentially being in danger. She still wasn’t surethat she believed what was discussed in the Alliez boardroom. That Alfredo Vargas could be after her. It was the stuff of action-adventure movies. It wasn’t real life. However, no one in that room acted like it was all a joke. Every single person there had been serious and hadn’t blinked when Isaac pulled her into his embrace.
“Everything is all clear.” Isaac announced as he strode in the room, smashing through her thoughts.
“Great. Good.” She saw the glass on the counter and grabbed it as if it was the answer to the question of life. “Here’s your water.”
“Thanks.” Isaac’s fingers brushed hers as he took it from her, warmth immediately sizzled through her veins.
Had he felt it too?
She couldn’t drag her attention from him. The way he tipped the glass up and drank the water down. Watching someone drink water shouldn’t be erotic, yet her blood heated and a kernel of desire blossomed deep in her belly.
Marie needed to do something. Something that didn’t involve her being so close to Isaac that in two steps she’d be pressed against his body.
What would he do if she followed through on her urge? If she closed the small gap and pressed her body against his, would he push her away? Or would he pull her close and capture her lips with his?
No, not happening.
Well it could, but she listened to the voice of reason, and instead of walking toward Isaac, she headed into her living room, ready to tackle one of the many boxes she still had to unpack.
“Do you want some help?” Isaac entered the space. His glass was gone, but his lips still glistened from the water he’d drunk.
“I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than help me.” Given that unpacking was one of the least favorite things she wanted to do, she should be pointing him toward a box.
“Not really,” he said.
“Don’t you have to get back to the office?” It was just after four, and the evening stretched before her long and lonely.
“By the time I get back there, I doubt there will be enough time to do anything useful. Besides, if they’ve discovered anything they would’ve called.”
Marie chewed her bottom lip. “Do you really think that I was the target? It just seems so out of left field that they knew where I was. What car I’d be getting into. And at what time.”
Isaac’s demeanor went from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds, and Marie wished she hadn’t said anything. “Those are questions I can’t answer, but are ones I’ve thought about.”
That wasn’t comforting to Marie. The fact that Isaac had had the same thoughts as her only made what happened to her even more sinister.
“I don’t understand any of this,” she whispered, wishing that she could find the answers and put the whole episode behind her.
The reassuring feeling of Isaac’s arms closing around her appeased her frayed nerves a little. “We will find the answers,” Isaac crooned as he gently rubbed his hand up and down her back.
“How long will it take? I’ve got to start my job tomorrow. I don’t want to put any of my patients in danger.”
“I get that, and hopefully before you head to the office tomorrow, Cass and the team will have made some headway. In the meantime, is it okay if I ask you a few questions?”
