She shrugged. “We have to get Carl’s attention, right?”
“Then what?”
“And then...” she leaned against him, bringing her face closer to his. His hard expression softened, just as she’d hoped it would. “Then I’m hoping that Carl will try to have Jerry transfer the money into his Swiss bank account. Bobby will be following Jerry’s every action. Tomorrow, I will call the police and give them a heads up on what we’re doing so that they can monitor Carl, as well.”
The longer Mick’s gaze held hers, the more his facial features relaxed. He shifted on the couch and wrapped his arms around Nicole, pulling her up against his chest. “I’ll agree with this plan on one condition,” he said, taking a lock of her hair and rubbing it between his thumb and finger.
“And what condition is that?”
“I want the police to watch my father atalltimes. I don’t want him to try and hurt you again.”
She nodded. “We’ll be one step ahead of him the whole time. And he won’t know we’re onto him.”
“What about Tara? What’s her role in all of this?”
Nicole sighed. “I don’t know. She confessed to running me off the road, but she did it only because Carl told her that you were in the car with me – and he paid her. I really don’t know how much we can trust her.”
“We can’t. The best thing for her to do is pretend like she’s sick and stay away from my father.”
“Or...” Nicole grinned. “Maybe her modeling agency can call her with another modeling job.”
He nodded. “I might have to call them and donate some money to them as an incentive.”
She laughed. “Oh, Mick. Would you really have to bribe them to do that?”
“Hey, I’ll do anything to make that woman leave. She’ll be the one who messes everything up. She’s really not very clever.”
“But she’s part of a crime. Will the police allow her to leave town?”
“I’ll make sure the modeling agency keeps her in one place. The police will know where she’s at when it’s time to arrest her.”
“Fine. Mick, you contact her agency tomorrow, and I’ll call the police department and tell them what’s going on.”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “Let’s get this done. I’m tired of living this way.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
He pulled her head closer, but he didn’t have to do much encouraging, because she was ready for another kiss. Their mouths slowly met for a soft kiss, their heads tilting back and forth. He paused, and she looked into his sparkling eyes.
“Now that we have that out of the way, do you think we can relax for the rest of the evening?” She shifted a little more on the couch until he was almost lying flat as he pulled her on top of his body. “Because I’m still waiting for that make-out session you promised me.”
Happiness poured through her. She stroked his well-groomed goatee, smiling. “If you recall, I never promised you that.”
“Well, will you promise me that now?”
She nodded. “I think now is a good time. After all, there’s nothing standing in our way.”
His mouth moved toward her. “I thought you might agree with me.”
