A long beat of silence as he studied her. “That’s not all he said.”
Just remembering the comments made her feel sick. “He was trying to drag me to the bedroom.”
Anger blazed in his blue gaze. Her breath tangled in her throat at the intensity.
“He’s a dead man.”
His voice was low, gravelly, and his British accent dripped heavily from every syllable. God, that was sexy. And that’s how messed up she was because she found his anger and comment attractive.
“He’s probably already dead.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He hit his head. I didn’t notice his chest moving. Also, even if he survived, his boss probably wouldn’t be happy with what happened.”
He wanted to say something else. She could tell from the way his eyes still lit with the need to make someone pay. Lila knew better than to argue with him on this fact, but most people got away with their crimes. Or it felt that way these days.
Thankfully, his phone buzzed. He looked down at it, then muttered.
“What’s wrong?”
“My father just landed.”
Fear slapped through her entire body. “Tell him he can’t be here.”
“I did. He ignored me.”
Dammit. She needed to get out of there and fast. The only two people who knew who she was were El and Ed. They would keep her secret, but if his father popped up, her cover would be blown. That would put all of them in danger. She had kept her promise all these years, and she would not let her grandmother down now.
“Did I hear Boston say they brought me things?”
He glanced at her. “Yeah.”
“I’d like to clean up a little bit.”
“Okay.”
She was so surprised that she must have shown it in her expression.
“What? I’m not heartless. I’ll go get the bag and be right back.”
She nodded and knew without a doubt, she would need to figure a way out of the house before his father made it there. There would be no hiding her history if he saw her, and she couldn’t put them in danger. Her grandmother would never forgive her.
Ian ground his teeth as he watched Jenner check out Sam’s wound. He didn’t know why it was pissing him off that Jenner had his hands on Sam, but it was driving him a little insane. No. Not insane. Homicidal would be a better word. Possessiveness coursed through him.
The rational side of him understood that Jenner was just doing his job. He was a medic and Ian had been impressed with his skill. The irrational side of him wanted to pull off the man’s arms and beat him over the head.
That was completely out of character for him.
“I would rather you not take a shower with that concussion,” Jenner said as he put on a waterproof dressing over her wound.
Yeah, he had been harping on that for a few minutes.
“I would rather not have a concussion, so we don’t always get what we want, Boston.”
The sarcasm in her voice sent a slap of need racing through Ian. What was he going to do about this woman? She was getting under his skin in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
“I have two older sisters who are meaner than you, Sam. Also, remember, I’m from Boston. Your sarcasm doesn’t faze me.”
