Page 101 of Worth Risking It

His brows arched, his tone warning not to press for details. The very fact he was so willing to share information he shouldn’t, only attested to the trust he had in me.

As honored as I was at this thought, a voice in the back of my head warned it wasn’t so much about trust but bondage. The more he confided, the more I knew, the less chance I had at ever escaping. Milo didn’t confide as much as he did because he trusted me, it was his way of securing me to his side forever.

He knew the more I was aware of his business, the safest place for me was with him. That’s why he took me on all his meetings and made sure he introduced me to everyone. At first, I thought it was because he was that proud to have me on his arm.

A mischief grin curled his mouth and he groaned, lowering to a knee in the mattress to loom above. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?” he rasped, tenderly caressing my cheek.

Okay, so maybe part of it was pride, but there was an underlying meaning for his behavior, I was seeing now. It was a trap. I was trapped. Especially now that I was pregnant.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his brows lifting slightly. “I know how lucky I am to have you, Chazzy. Don’t ever think I don’t. I’m well aware you’re a fucking miracle.”

My chin quivered, my bottom lip puckering. Placing my palm on the side of his face, I searched his eyes and saw genuine love glowing.

He dipped down for a real kiss, his tongue rolling over mine, a groan filling my mouth. Our heads bobbing, my heart fluttered and every nerve ending tingled.

Slowly, he tapered off, his warm pants smelling of his spearmint toothpaste.

“I’m going to cherish you forever, Chazzy. I promise one day, I’ll make up for ever failing you to begin with.”

Forcing a smile, I placed a tiny peck on his lips and jutted my chin. “Get to work, baby. I’ll be here when you get home.”

Groaning, he reluctantly left the bed, holding my stare as he rounded the foot for the entrance. “You need anything, call me, okay? As soon as I get to the office, I’m checking in. You better answer so I don’t worry.”

A forced giggle shook my chest. “I will. Bye, baby.”

He blew a kiss and quietly shut the door. Holding my breath to hear better, I waited for the sound of the elevator descending before snatching my cell and calling Wyatt. Before the first ring, I hung up and cursed, tapping the phone to the center of my forehead.

“Stupid, stupid!” I couldn’t call him. Milo might look at my phone log one day.

Throwing the blanket aside, I swung my legs, planted my feet to the shag carpet, and jumped up, jogging across the room. Bouncing down the couple steps to the sunroom, I stood in the center, waiting for Frank’s SUV to back out the drive. When I saw the taillights, I slowly backed away from the windows so if they happened to look up, they wouldn’t see me. My back pressed to the wall, I could hear the engine shift gears and groan as it sped away from the house.

Gulping, I twirled on my toes and rushed back to my bedroom, going to the double doors and swinging one open. My bare feet squeaked across the hardwood floors, coming to an abrupt halt when I spotted Wyatt on the landing to the third level. He was standing in the library’s doorway, watching the wall of windows, as well.

“They gone?”

He held a finger up. “They’re sitting at the stop sign.”

Richard started crying from upstairs, drawing our attention toward the third level.

“What are they doing?”

“I dunno,” he grumbled. “There’s no traffic, they’re just sitting there.”

I crept up the stairs and stood next to him. “Go get Rick. I’ll watch.”

After a short hesitation, he bolted up the final set of steps, his apartment door banging on the wall with his hastiness.

The library was set up basically the same as the sunroom, with three walls nothing but windows. However, on this side of the house, the yard was covered in trees, so even if they looked up, they wouldn’t be able to see me spying, so I inched closer.

What the hell were they doing?

The brake lights cut off, but the vehicle didn’t move. The driver’s door opened, and Frank jumped out. He jogged to the back and bent over, banging his fist on the rear tire.

Relief flooded me and I exhaled loudly. The tire pressure must be low again.

Milo got out and patted his palm on the hood of the car. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was tapping at his watch, his expression one of impatience. Frank jogged back to the driver’s seat, they both ducked into the SUV, and it pulled away, rounding the corner and disappearing.

Sighing, my heart rate began to slow as I turned away from the window.