Page 56 of Game of Love
“Yes. I’ll get her home and I’ll stay with her.” It was only once I promised that the tension left his face.
“Thank you.” He nodded and placed his gun back in his pocket.
I left him and went back to Jia.
Like the day before, I took her hand and led her away.
We drove to her place in silence.
The silence filled the space between us. It was that silence filled with tension and worry.
Both of us thinking. Both of us contemplating. Her shaken. Me being careful.Cautious.
I’d messaged Ethan and Wes so they could keep an eye out at the Marchesi. Keep watch to see if anything happened, or if the prints would be moved. Just anything. Realistically I should have called but the opportunity hadn’t presented itself and I didn’t think the discussion was one to have on the phone.
Knowing they had their eyes on the streets freed my mind to focus on Jia.
She was really shaken up by what happened. I could see it, although she seemed to be doing her best to hold her emotions together.
I noticed the tremor in her hands a few times and I wanted to reach over to her and hold her hand. I stopped myself, however, thinking better of it.
Better to keep things professional. I’d already crossed over a line I shouldn’t have crossed when I kissed her. Not that I regretted the actual kiss. It was the act because I did lead her on.
That was what happened when you kissed her the way I had and knew nothing more should come of it.
Should…
That word was such an asshole. It left a damn gray area that wanted to be filled.
It taunted and teased with emotion.
Tonight… what happened was strange and I hated not knowing.
Wes had mentioned this. He’d steered me toward this because essentially he was right. We should know the bigger picture so we’d know all the players involved.
That was something I needed to know to carry out my job the best way I could.
Tonight The Chameleon was there. He was there and the only way he would have been there is if he felt safe, except he wasn’t. Someone came and tried to kill Giovanni.
Who were the guys?
That was what I would have tried to figure out if I’d stayed.
But she needed me more. Or, someone. She needed someone. It didn’t have to be me. I’d just volunteered myself.
It wasn’t until I pulled up on her drive and got out of my car that my awareness of being alone with her really waved itself at me.
I said I’d stay, but how was I supposed to babysit a woman I’d wanted to devour only last night.
“Thank you,” she mumbled when I opened the door for her.
She walked on ahead and unlocked the door to her house.
The motion sensory lights turned on and we went inside. As I looked over the décor I had to admit the place suited her. It was stylish like her, from the outside to the inside with its beige and champagne colors.
It was what I’d call cosmopolitan and classy. Yet, maintaining the elements of an average home because the exterior blended in with the standard Georgian houses lining the suburban lane she lived on.
That, however was as far asaveragewent. The interior of her home screamed of wealth with that ‘less is more’ look and she showcased the paintings I assumed she’d done herself.
