Veilers - Veiled Target Part 13

"Watch your step." He released his hold and turned.

"Where are we?" She stepped lightly, not wanting to lose her footing on the uneven driveway and fall flat on her face.

Hugh paused so she could catch up. He made a motion to put an arm around her but stopped himself. Once they resumed walking, though, she noticed him watching her footsteps.

"It's a safe house."

"You come here often?"

He swiped his hand in the air like he'd noticed a cobweb in front of them. "More often than not. It's my second home, so I use it for more than safety reasons."

Questions loomed in her mind. Why had he brought her here? How long did he plan on keeping her? What did he plan on doing to her? She shook her head. She meant with her. Although that sent her mind in a certain direction too.

Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness well enough to see two steps leading up to a porch. A plant in a huge urn thrived, and an Adirondack chair sat beside it. Hugh unlocked the front door and pushed it open before entering. He wove his arm around the doorframe and a second later the porch light lit.

"Is this where you bring all your hostages?"

"You're the first." He crossed the threshold and disappeared inside the house to turn on the lights.

The one-story dwelling boasted hardwood floors, dark-painted walls, inviting furnis.h.i.+ngs, and a huge fireplace in the middle of the expansive room. Straight ahead looked to be a kitchen, while off to the right was a hallway. Being kidnapped didn't seem so bad all of a sudden. She could get used to this place. It was much neater than her house. Kensie and Francesca were slobs.

"I'm honored." She hunched her shoulder up to scratch the side of her jaw. "It's a nice place."

He stepped around her to close and lock the front door. She let her shoulders relax in antic.i.p.ation of him removing the duct tape while behind her. Instead, he popped back into her line of sight. "I didn't bring you here for your opinion."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"To keep an eye on you," he imparted. "You know the whole keep your enemies closer thing. I figure if I keep you in my sight, there's not much you can do to plan my demise."

She rolled her stiff shoulders back. "We need to talk about that. But first the tape really needs to come off."

His eyes darted down to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she stretched. Hmm. She wasn't beyond using her feminine wiles to get her way. In fact, he was the first mark she wouldn't mind using them on.

"Talk, then tape." He crossed his arms over his chest, widened his stance.

"We've got a deal. I don't need to repeat that. What I do need is to let you know that while we've got a deal, I won't kill you."

He laughed. The kind of deep, s.e.xy laugh that drew people together. Only she didn't think that was his intention. It was simply her reaction to him. His words confirmed it. "You don't stand a chance of killing me. Now or later."

"I beg to differ." Who did he think he was dealing with? She was no amateur.

"I'd like to see that. I don't imagine you beg very often."

She wanted to wipe the smile right off his face. And would have if she'd had hands to do so. "That smart mouth of yours is not endearing. I can kill you. And if warranted, I will kill you." She looked him up and down with what she hoped was an intimidating expression. "But not until we've found Trey and Dobson. Until then, we're a team. I'll trust you, and you can trust me."

Tess's judgment of character rarely faltered and her gut told her Hugh wasn't a bad guy. She hoped when things were said and done, the answers she needed to eliminate him were crystal clear.

"You seem to think you're in charge here." He started to circle her like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. "You're not."

She turned her head to watch him, keeping her feet firmly planted in place.

"I do, however, like your terms and agree to them. With one stipulation."

"What's that?" She wasn't in a position to barter. In fact, she was about to blow her stack at the predicament she'd gotten herself into. Foolish. Idiotic. Asinine. Moronic. All good adjectives for her.

About the time he finished one circle, she remembered her purse was in the car. Why the h.e.l.l hadn't she asked him to bring it in with her? Sure, he might want to search it, but she could talk him out of it. Somehow. As it stood now, she didn't have a st.i.tch of weaponry on her.

He stopped in front of her. "You stay here with me and have no contact with anyone else."

"That's called kidnapping. I thought-"

"Take it or leave it." Whether he knew it or not, his eyes begged her to take it. The reasons could be several, but she chose to believe it was her irresistible charm. And maybe, just maybe, the blue dress.

"It makes it a little more difficult to do my job if I can't-"

"Follow me." He wheeled around, tossed his leather jacket over the back of the couch and started walking.

She followed him down a hallway and immediately fell in awe of the artwork on the walls. Framed black and white sketches, obviously by the same artist, hung in neat rows. The drawings depicted couples touching in some way, their warmth infectious. Tess lost her breath for a moment. Hugh might be part wolf, but his human side was dominant.

They entered the first door on the right, and she took in the most awesome display of high-tech gadgets sitting atop industrial tables. It almost put the research room at P.I.E. to shame.

"Everything we'll need is here. I think it's best to lay low and see what we can find out without making any appearances. At least until I find out who's responsible for tonight."

"Still, if I can't contact-"

"You'll talk through me."

"So you get to talk to your people, but I don't get to talk to mine? That hardly seems fair." This partners.h.i.+p is very one-sided. Good thing she had plans to escape as soon as possible. She never did like stipulations. By her measures, they could work together whether under the same roof or not.

"Too bad." He flipped off the light and led her toward the kitchen. She slowed her steps to take in the artwork.

"Did I mention I'm claustrophobic? That I can't stand being cooped up in one place for too long? That I need to be around other people?" She hated the thought of being cut off from the outside world. Hated. It. Her throat squeezed.

"Don't care."

"How long do you see this arrangement lasting?"

"A couple days. Tops."

Tess tried and failed to ignore his broad shoulders, the way his s.h.i.+rt pulled across his back, the nice fit of his jeans, as they entered the kitchen. She blinked and planned a vicious glare for when he turned around. Days? He planned to keep her for days? Unfortunately, the s.h.i.+ne of the kitchen grabbed her attention and wouldn't let go. Stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, dark wood cabinets with the most beautiful beveled gla.s.s. A center island with leather barstools looked inviting, and-oh my gosh-in the corner stood another fireplace.

Maybe she wouldn't escape.

Kensie and Francesca wouldn't worry until she didn't show up tomorrow morning, what with their encouraging words and the frangers in her purse. Don't think about the condoms, Tess. Do not think about them! But a much bigger problem was her boss. If he found out what had happened, she might as well kiss her a.s.s goodbye. Sayonara. One cheek to j.a.pan, the other to Brussels.

That meant in order to pull this off, she needed her cell phone to call Kensie and Francesca. Tell them she'd infiltrated her target early and to let Christian know. Simple. And in all honesty, the truth.

"Fine," she said, sick and tired of discussing it. "Now would you please cut this tape off my wrists? I really don't want our time together clouded by memories of duct tape used in such an unprofessional manner."

"Got any better ideas?" He pulled a pair of scissors out of a drawer and approached her with a grin.

"Now here I thought maybe you'd use your teeth." She turned and presented her arms to him. "Or at the very least your big, strong hands."

Looking over her shoulder, she caught a smolder in his sparkling blue eyes. He came up right behind her, so close she could feel his body heat. "There are a lot of better places for me to use my teeth and hands."

Yes, please. Tingles slid down her back and settled between her thighs. But she would not flirt with him. They needed to keep business and pleasure separate. "Such as?"

Okay, maybe just a little flirting. For fun. Nothing more.

"Are you asking for a demonstration?" His breath touched the back of her neck and her knees...knocked.

No, not her knees. The front door. A knock sounded at the front door.

She whipped around, nearly colliding with his chest. He pressed a finger to his mouth, indicating she'd better shush. A wave of antic.i.p.ation swept over her. Being with Hugh, being partners in this game of cat and mouse fueled her desire for adventure-and intimacy.

She couldn't wait to find out who'd come to visit.

Chapter Nine.

"Don't move and don't make a sound," Hugh said.

"But-"

"You heard me." He nudged her back until she landed in a chair at the kitchen table. "Stay put."

Tess grumbled. "I'm not-"

Another knock sounded, louder and more urgent.

"Yeah, whatever you're not, suck it up. I'll be right back."

Hugh was pretty sure the visitor was his neighbor, Blanche. She kept an eye on the house for him. Fed the plants. Kept the place stocked with basic food and drink items-more if she knew he was coming. A mother, a.s.sistant and housekeeper rolled into one. He appreciated her help, but d.a.m.n, the woman was too efficient, too watchful. At least when he didn't want her to be.

He opened the door and, sure enough, there she stood.

As usual, she wore the plaid robe that had been her husband's before he pa.s.sed away, bright yellow slippers, and curlers in her dyed-red hair. Back in the day-that was what she'd say-she worked as an extra in dozens of films. Considered herself a sub-starlet. Her stories cracked Hugh up. Once a month she did a set at the Laugh Factory in Hollywood. Always had the biggest crowd.

"I thought you were on vacation," she scolded.

"Hi Blanche. Nope. I'm supposed to leave tomorrow."

"I thought it was today. Didn't you say the fourteenth? I could have sworn you said the fourteenth." With her hands on her hips, she looked ready to barge right past him.

He blocked the doorway. A tiny bit of guilt overcame him. He knew she only wanted some company.

"The fifteenth, Blanche. But I won't be leaving then either. I've got work to do so won't get out of here for at least a few more days. I'll let you know when I do. I appreciate all your help, you know."

She tightened the knot around her waist. "I know, son. I didn't recognize the car coming up the drive, so thought I'd better check it out." She took a sniff that scrunched her nose and worried her eyebrows. "I smell perfume. Is someone here with you?"

d.a.m.n. He didn't want her to know that yes, someone was here with him. Not that he couldn't trust Blanche. He knew he could. And h.e.l.l, how many seventy-five year-olds would be wise enough to notice an unusual car at eleven o'clock at night? Or have a better sense of smell than most women half her age? Indeed, what worried him was her tenacity.

"Actually there is." She'd just figure out he was lying, and he didn't want to jeopardize their relations.h.i.+p. "And we'd love some privacy for the next couple of days." He winked, really just to see her reaction.

"Well what are you doing standing here talking to me then? Get back inside." She waved over her shoulder and then hopped on her Vespa to get home. The scooter, a gift from her son, got her around the neighborhood. Hugh's wasn't the only door-to-door calling she made. Blanche called herself the resident neighborhood watcher.

Tess was right where he'd left her. With one startling difference.

Her hands were free.

His surprised expression must have said it all.

"You left these when you went to answer the door." She held up the scissors he hadn't realized he'd put down when leaving the kitchen.

She hadn't escaped. She hadn't come to the door. She'd freed herself and stayed put. He ran a hand along his stubbled jaw. "Thanks for waiting."

"No problem. Blanche sounds like a sharp cookie. I like her." She put the scissors on the table and rubbed her wrists.

"How'd you-"

"You didn't really think I'd sit still did you? Especially after I got this annoying tape off." She kicked the tape that lay crumpled by her foot. "I can tiptoe with the best of them. And my hearing may not be as good as yours, but it is good."

Hugh registered her comments, but couldn't speak. He noticed her wrists were red, maybe swollen. His muscles went rigid at the thought of his causing her pain. He'd been a jerk to leave the tape on so long. "Are you okay?"

"I'll live." She released her wrists and slid her hands under her thighs on the edge of the chair. The blue dress hid the damage to her skin. "Unless, of course, I die from starvation, which is quickly becoming a possibility."

If food made her feel better, he wanted to start cooking. "Let's see what we've got."

The fridge had eggs, cheese, apples, carrots, root beer and bread. The freezer had a lot more to offer, but he didn't want to wait for anything to defrost.

"At this point I'd be happy with peanut b.u.t.ter and jelly." She slid off her shoes and skimmed her feet back and forth along the floor like a young girl.

That could be done, but he decided to offer something a little better. "How about a cheese omelet followed by root beer floats?" He pulled out the carton of eggs and package of cheese and put them on the counter.

"That sounds great. I haven't had a root beer float in forever. Do you need any help?"

He zeroed in on the gleam in her eyes. "I've got it. You relax. It's the least I can do after you saved my life, and I dragged you here."

Her gaze held his. "You mean abducted me."

"Are you complaining?"

"Just having the last word."