To top it off, he was in this messy situation because he had acted on an insane whim.He’d vowed to never do exactly this.Yet here he was, doing it, like a lovesick fool.
And he liked it.
Without telling her a damn thing, he hopped on a different highway with intentions he had no business having.A partnership was a horrendous concept.AJ would chew his ass out for this.Bringing her along was a liability.He might even lose his contracts, his livelihood.This risk was so out of bounds.
Yet he did it anyway.
She hadn’t been officially cleared in the Grant case.She might get a subpoena and have to testify.He scrubbed a hand over his tired features.This was a bad idea.They’d left her phone back at her place.If those detectives called her and she didn’t answer, they’d show up at her door.
Fuck.
How could he be so stupid?Impulsive and stupid got people jammed up or worse.
He supposed she could call in to her voicemail and get messages, but that would leave a trail.Though not if she used an untraceable number.Blowing out a breath, he hunched over the steering wheel.This got complicated.He didn’t docomplicated.He knew better than that.
Fink could turn around.
She’d never be aware of the difference.
They could crash at the same motel, fuck like rabbits, research the heart in resin idea, and he’d have her home and back to her life.They both could move on and recall this fling fondly in their old age.
The thought pierced his heart.It wasn’t the right thing to do.
Since when did he care about what was proper?He wasn’t a moral man.
Glancing in her direction, he studied the way the red lines he’d drawn on her cheeks had smudged and blurred with the maroon stain of Burke’s dried blood.Her blouse hung open, revealing the bra underneath.Bloody palm prints stained that fabric.
When they got there, he’d start a fire.They’d make love in front of the hearth as the clothes they’d worn to murder the longshoreman burned.
Make love?
What the hell?
Since when did hemake love?
Fink and Sydney fucked.There wasn’t an ounce of tenderness or affection about it.He wasn’t sweet nor gentle with her.Their coupling was raw, brutal, and feral.Magnificent.Exactly what he craved.
Shaking his head, trying to scramble his brain, Fink was truly convinced he’d gone insane somewhere between murders.There was nothing more tragic than someone being fully aware they’d lost their marbles.
He should turn around.
Sydney didn’t deserve to be near him as he lost touch with reality.That wasn’t what she’d signed up for.
After all these years of killing, he’d finally cracked.Subjecting Sydney to his insanity wouldn’t be fair.She was…
Probably the only person in the world who could understand him.
That thought struck a chord so deep within his soul, he couldn’t bring himself to even consider what that meant or how that would play out over the next few hours, days, months, or years.It was too much.
For now, he had to think of things simply for what they were.
He was a man slipped into lunacy and had taken Sydney hostage.
Although she had gone willingly.Actually, she’d begged to join him.She was as nuts as he was.That didn’t change the facts as he saw them.
If they kept on this path, went farther down this road, it would end in disaster.There was no other fate for two people who bonded over shedding the blood of others for money.They were dark souls with devious minds.
Who, despite the odds, found each other.
