“Not at all.”
She inspects them both carefully.
“You are wise to hide them around these parts. You might get hanged for having your bodydesecratedlike that.”
“Yeah, I’ve been told,” I agree as I continue applying the makeup. “You don’t strike me as a woman who will fit in this country. Can I ask, what are you doing here?” I am curious, I can’t help myself.
She straightens and goes back to her cooking. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
“Fair enough. I came here looking for someone.”
“That’s vague.”
“Maybe, but it’s a start. Your turn.”
She turns to me with a somber look on her green eyes. “I came tohidefrom someone.” An awkward smile is pressed on her lips.
Neither of us speaks again until the Frenchman rejoins us in the kitchen. He looks fresh and clean enough for me to smell it from my seat. His hair is combed back, and his beard shines.
The three of us eat without uttering a single word. There’s no time for idle chat anymore. Esmeralda is right, I’m starving, and I can only think about one thing – cleaning this plate.
But if I’m completely honest, I’m also thinking about Rage.
Is he sleeping like he promised?
Chapter Thirty-Six
RAGE
Insomnia is as annoying as a little boy crying during a whole movie.
“Fuck.” I can’t stop tossing and turning. I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling as I hear some noise bleeding in from the outside. The party is at its peak right now.
Even though Carter is keeping tabs on Sarah, or at least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing, I can’t seem to get rest. My gut is telling me there will be a development soon.
Maybe she’s in danger.
No. That can’t be.She said I shouldn’t be worried because she’s in a safe house.
Huh, look at me. Worrying about some chick.
Only she isn’tsomechick, is she?
I still can’t get over the fact she got me under her spell –me, of all people. I used to fuck any bitch I wanted, any day, anywhere. Now… shit, I can’t even think about other women.
How the fuck did she manage to do that?
I need to get her out of my head.
Yeah, buddy, keep telling yourself that.
I turn so I’m lying on my right side. I’m only wearing my boxers. The heat is too much, and this fucking hard-on is not helping me.
Maybe… Maybe I need to help myself a little bit.
Or a lot.
I slide my hand inside my boxers and start to jerk off. Slowly… It feels good.
