Page 10 of Capturing You
A real conversationalist, this one.
The tea warmed her. She hadn’t realized how cold she was until her fear and shock faded.
After another sip, she set the mug on the table, the sound too loud in the silence. “I guess I should call the police.”
If anything, his scowl grew even scowlier. “No.”
“What do you mean, no? Who knows what those men would’ve done if you hadn’t rescued me?”
“I don’t want anyone to know about the cave. I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.”
Brooklynn had heard rumors in town about someone at this property. “People have seen your truck. There’s been speculation.”
“So youdidknow someonewashere.”
“Contractors, maybe.” At least that was the theory among townspeople. She hadn’t paid that much attention. “I didn’t know anyone was staying here.”
“I want to keep it that way.”
“But the police?—”
“Won’t do anything.”
“You don’t know that.” She couldn’t help the indignation in her tone. This outsider knew nothing about her hometown or their local police force.
A muscle in his cheek tightened. “Call them if you must, but leave me out of it.”
“Why?”
“I rescued you.”
“Meaning?” But she knew exactly what he meant.
She owed him.
She pushed back from the table and got to her feet. “Not that this hasn’t been fun, but…”
He stood so fast that his heavy chair tipped back. He caught it before it fell. “You can’t leave.”
Fear spiked in her chest. “You plan to stop me?”
“No, not…” He ran a hand over his head, then gripped the back of his neck and held on. “Those guys are still out there.”
She doubted they were. When they realized she’d escaped, they’d probably run. “The sooner I call the police, the better.”
He opened his mouth, snapped it shut. “I’d rather you didn’t tell them where you are.”
“Are you a squatter or something? Do the owners know you’re here?”
The smirk shifted, and for the tiniest microsecond, she thought he might smile. Wishful thinking.
“Yes. They know.”
Again, she felt he wasn’t telling her everything, but perhaps she didn’t have the right to dig into his life.
“I’m sure they’re long gone.”
The man didn’t talk much, but his face was a good clue as to what he was thinking. Right now, it told her he thought she was an idiot. “Based on what?”
