Her eyes started to close. They were so heavy and she couldn’t keep them open.
“Ian,” she whispered, taking his hand. “Thank you.”
It was simple and did not express how much she had needed him.
“No worries,” he said, brushing her hair off her forehead. “I sort of owe you.”
“Not really, but it is understandable. It’s in your nature.”
“Is that a fact?” Humor deepened his voice. She curled her toes.
“Like father, like son.”
Then, her world went to black once again.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Jenner asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ian kept his gaze locked on her face. He couldn’t seem to look away from her. There was just something about her that drew his gaze. Maybe it was because it was the first time he had actually seen her. Or at least, it was the first time he realized he was looking at her.
“I’m not sure.”
“We have to check out that house.”
He tore his attention away from her. “We’ll need help.”
“Yeah, I got that. How long have you known this woman?”
“I don’t really know her. This is the first time I’ve laid eyes on her. Well, at least that I knew about.”
“What does that mean?”
He brushed her hair off her face once again. Ian wasn’t sure why he felt the need to comfort her, to take care of her. Was it because no one else seemed to be doing it? Maybe. But every time he touched her, he felt a connection.
“I think I ran into her today. She used a very good Russian accent on me and wore mirrored glasses.”
Eyes like hers would be too noticeable.
“But she knew you. So she has seen you.”
He sighed. “We can figure out all that shit later. Right now, we need to find that house and see if there’s a body in there.”
Jenner already had his phone out. “El is on island.”
Elwood Carlisle, another Dillon Security Agent and Eden’s twin brother.
“If it’s that little house by the trail, your ride is parked right in front of it.”
Jenner nodded as Ian rose. For a second, her hand squeezed tighter on his. It was as if she needed the connection also. He pulled out his keys and tossed them at Jenner.
“Got it.”
Then his phone was buzzing again. He pulled it out, not easy since Sam had her hand clamped on his. Funny, he had never been someone who wanted to hold hands with a woman. He wasn’t particularly romantic. Now though, his chest felt tight. He didn’t want to let go. Ever.
Pushing that alarming thought aside, he looked down at the screen on his phone.
Dad: About to take off.
Bloody hell, his father was on his way over. Ian had been looking forward to spending time with his father working on his house. Now with this clusterfuck of a situation, he didn’t want his father anywhere near this.
