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Genevieve stared at him in shocked disbelief. Nice guy, bad boy, or both? She loved it—not only did he have a cocky edge to his sweet personality, but he also picked up on everything. Naïve my ass—she’d been wrong—he was just as or perhaps even more seasoned than Jed.
“You’re not what I expected,” she whispered.
“Is that good or bad?” After a few seconds of silence, he said, “Gigi, an answer would be helpful, please. I’ll spin your words around in my head, trying to figure out what they mean, and I really need to focus. Sorry about the f-bomb, by the way. I was just trying to distract you from the road.”
“You’re incredible.” Oh, fudge, did I just say that out loud? Her response escaped her mesmerized lips before she’d thought it through.
He flashed her a pleased smile so enticing that her pulse raced as if he’d kissed her. If his smile could do that to her, she wanted to reach out and drag his lips onto hers to find out if she’d combust on the spot. What would he do if she did?
Mr. King cleared his throat, the gravelly sound making her weak in the knees. “Glad to hear you think so. I could say the same about you.”
They entered another long straightaway with no Camry in sight behind them. After passing a few cars, he turned to reassess the mirrors, nodding. “We’ve gained some distance on the creep. I can’t see him anymore.” He punched at his touchscreen. “Time to find the nearest police station.”
“No,” Genevieve shouted, her body icing over as she swatted his hand away from the screen. “No police.”
His head reared back. “No police? This guy is stalking you.”
She thrashed her head from side to side. “Please, no police.”
Mr. King uttered a muffled curse. “I need some answers. I’m not equipped to fight this guy off, and I’m not getting tangled up in something that’s unlawful. That’s not me. If that means I hire lawyers for you, so be it, but we’re going to find an honest way to get through this. Now,”—his eyes shot to her, soft but firm—“why can’t we go to the police?”
“Once I tell you, you’ll drop me and be on your way.”
“Of course I won’t drop you. I think I just extensively clarified my interest in you…even if I wasn’t, I’d still help you, but Gigi, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”
“That’s the thing. I am in trouble, but it’s not my fault. Hear me out.”
He nodded. “I’m listening. Let’s start with the basics. Who is Roman?”
She chewed manically on her lower lip, hoping this incredible man didn’t change his mind. “He’s my ex-boyfriend’s head of security.”
“Did you steal something?” he asked apprehensively.
“No.” The tentative hitch in her voice wasn’t helping her case.
“Gigi, please just hit me with the details. I need information. I’m in this now…with you. Why is your ex-boyfriend’s head of security driving at life-threatening speeds to try and catch us? What does he want?”
“Me,” she whispered. “Not a stolen item. Not money. Just me.”
Mr. King wrenched his grip on the wheel with a solid focus on the road, moving the car with ease. He ground his teeth together, looking just as fierce as her ex. She’d misjudged his gumption. If anyone could take Jed Marshall on, Brendan King might be the one.
“Why?”
“My ex wants me back.” She puffed out a breath. “Actually, he never didn’t want me. I just ran and have been hiding from him for over two years.”
“So why don’t we go to the police, and you can get a restraining order against him? You can stay at my place until he’s caught, and I’ll up the private security so that even Thor can’t break in.”
“You’d do that?”
He glared at her in surprise before returning his eyes to the road. “I think I’ve made that pretty clear, but even without my feelings for you, who wouldn’t?”
“Almost everyone.”
Another string of curses left what she’d previously imagined to be pure lips. “I don’t know what people in your life disappointed you to the degree that you believe something like that, but I’d like to change your perspective. I don’t have a single friend who’d abandon an innocent person in need. Let’s go to the police. Now. We’ll slap this guy with a restraining order and protect you so you can live in peace.”
“I wish I could,”—Genevieve reached across the divide and grasped his hand, listening to him suck in a heated breath—“but this is more complicated than that.”
“Enlighten me.”
