“I don’t like it either, but it’s the only way we stand a chance,” Lev argues.
Deep down I know he’s right. But I’m still scared for Zara and for what will happen to our relationship when this plan is set in motion.
The saying that beggars can’t be choosers, however, has never rung truer.
“We might need a few days, maybe a week, to set everything in motion.” Christopher says. “Whatever you do, you need to keep the status quo and not give away that you know about the surveillance.”
“Next week’s race is earlier than normal because it’s Thanksgiving.” Lev muses. “We’re playing a home game on a Tuesday, and there’s a race that night.”
Rachel nods. “You might have to race then. Please be careful.”
I don’t like the idea that the people I love the most in the world are going to have to risk their necks. But there’s nothing I can do to stop them.
Lev and I say our goodbyes to his parents. He offers to drive me to work for my night shift, but I would rather walk the block to the station.
The fresh sea breeze scented air doesn’t help me clear my mind the way I was hoping it would.
However this situation is going to get resolved, someone is going down. There’s no other possible outcome. Whether it’s us or Morelli and Fox, Zara’s safety is the one thing that matters to me.
Chapter 10
I Would Do Anything For You
ZARA
“Chance, what are you doing?” I croak.
I must have fallen asleep on the way to Ares’s apartment, despite it being just a fifteen minute drive from the Country Club.
Rather than waking me up like a normal person, Chance decided to pull me out of the Jeep and carry me into his brother’s place.
“I’m carrying you.” His tone is very matter-of-fact, his dark blue eyes roving over me as if he were trying to check that I’m still in one piece.
“I gathered that much.” I object. “But Mason hurt my throat, not my legs. I can walk.”
My stepbrother keeps walking, not showing any intention of stopping or putting me down. “I don’t mind carrying you, baby. Besides, I promised Ares that I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
“Arguing with you is impossible. Holding my hand would be more than enough.” I attempt to chuckle, but my throat stings somuch that I end up coughing as pain radiates down my neck and reverberates into my ears.
“See?” Chance takes my coughing as proof that I can’t walk after all.
Once we arrive at the front door, he balances me on one arm, shuffling to get the key ready to open the door. A shopping bag with the Country Club’s logo is dangling from his forearm.
I swallow a couple of times to wet my vocal cords enough to be able to speak. “You could at least give me that bag.”
“No need. You know I can multitask, even if I’m a man.”
His smirk is sexy and adorable at the same time as he steps into Ares’s apartment and kicks the door shut behind him.
“You can put me down now.” I say as he walks toward Ares’s kitchenette with me still in his arms.
“Nah,” his smile is softer this time. “I like you just where you are right now.”
I like that too, but having his arms full with me is definitely making things harder.
Like when he grabs Ares’s electric kettle with one hand and then turns sideways to try using his elbow to open the faucet at the kitchen sink to fill it with water.
“Chance.” I scold him. “This is getting ridiculous. If you don’t want to put me down, at least let me help. I can fill that kettle.”
