“Worried about me?”I rest my forehead against his, wanting a more solid connection.Our eyes are locked.
“Terrified.”The word is harsh and quiet.
For a moment, I just breathe in his tantalizing cologne and that raw scent that’s just Finn.His hand covers mine.
“Come on, flower.”He draws me to my feet and over to the bed.After toeing off his shoes, he climbs on.I follow his example, ditching my shoes and curling up in his arms.My head rests on his bare chest.
“We’ll get out of this.”Finn kisses my hair.“I’m not letting you go again.”
“Good.”I release my breath and listen to his heartbeat, steady beneath my ear.For this moment, I can forget about that lock on the door.That we’re prisoners.And just feel safe in his arms.
* * *
A knock sounds on the door, waking me.Finn strokes his hand down my back as I sit up.He rises and stands beside me.
When the door opens, Lurch holds it as he glares at us.
“Sokolov would like you both to dine with him this evening.”
“Of course.”Finn acts like he has a choice.We’re both being held here against our will.Though Finn kind of just walked in, so I guess that’s different from being abducted off the street in the middle of the night.
Lurch nods and leaves.
Stretching, I head into the bathroom.When Finn follows me in, I arch an eyebrow.
“I need to use the bathroom.”I gesture to the toilet so he realizes what I’m talking about.
He shuts the door to the bathroom with him inside.“Go ahead, flower.I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn on the faucet and he washes his hands while I go to the bathroom.When I finish, I wash my hands and he hands me the toothbrush I used this morning.We get ready together at the same sink.It feels so domestic and so not what Finn always represented to me.
But somehow this also fits who Finn has always been to me.Easy.Loyal.Playful.
When we’re finished, we walk out and sit on the bed.He holds my hand while we wait to be summoned.
Lurch appears with the other man from earlier in tow.He’s the guy who looked at me at dinner last night.He’s still just as buttoned-up and proper.Both of them escort us down to the dining room.Finn holds out the chair for me to sit in and then sits next to me.Peter sits at the other end.
“Could someone get him a shirt?”Peter sounds exasperated, like someone should have thought of that.
The man who walked down with us disappears out a door and comes back with a white buttoned shirt like the ones the waitstaff wear.When he hands it to Finn, he says something I can’t hear.
Finn shrugs it on and buttons it.It’s a little big on him.
“Now we can eat.”Peter gestures and the first course is set in front of us.
Finn raises an eyebrow at me and I just shrug.I’m still in the clothes Peter picked me up off the street in.I may be tempted to shower, but not in his bathroom.It’s Peter’s house, and I don’t know where his surveillance begins or ends.So I’m not getting comfortable.
“I hear congratulations are in order, Ms.Morris.”
My cheeks heat and I glance at Finn, who smirks down at his plate.
“Thank you.”I lift my gaze to Peter’s.“You can imagine how stressful this whole situation is to me.”
Maybe he’ll let us go if he thinks it’s dangerous to my fictitious unborn child.
“Rest assured.We’ll make sure you get the nutrition and sleep required.”Peter smiles.“My wife practically glowed under the care of this household when she was pregnant with Natasha.”
Ah, yes, Natasha.“You said she would sometimes wander.Isn’t that what she’s doing now?Just wandering?”
