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“They can’t get down here,” Alex assures us. “I’ve sent a team over to our building. The crowd’s growing.”
“At this time of night?” What the actual hell? The other residents will be rightly pissed. We’ll probably have a tidy little bag of doggy poo on our doorstep by morning.
“You know this city never sleeps,” Alex grumbles. Then he’s out of the car, circling around to open Katherine’s door.
“Where will we go?” I ask him, thinking the whole situation is a little too fantastical and yet, I wouldn’t mind a trip out of the city.
I never mind.
I crave it.
I guess that’s what happens when you grow up surrounded by cow pastures. You crave wide open spaces.
“I...” Katherine starts and then licks her lips. “I could go to my grandmother’s cottage.”
“Where’s that?” Alex asks.
“Newport.”
So, probably not a cottage. A freaking mansion that rich fucks have the audacity to call a cottage as if that’d make their ostentatiousness less showy.
I can’t hold back my snort.
“Do you have a better suggestion?” Alex quizzes.
“You and I both know you’re not going to let her go somewhere that’s connected to her family. Those are the first places they’ll look.”
Alex gives a ‘yeah, you’re right’ shrug.
And if we can’t go somewhere connected to her family, that cuts out about half of the country. We need somewhere private and quiet so that no one will connect with the three of us. Just until the fervor dies down. “I’ve got an idea.”
I both love and hate the idea of allowing Katherine Montgomery into my private space.
“You sure?” Alex asks, obviously reading my mind.
I glance at the beautiful woman standing next to him, close enough that she might as well be holding his hand. She’s the light to his darkness. Small with a big presence. And achingly beautiful. Yeah, this is the worst fucking idea I’ve ever had.
But I nod anyway.
10
KATHERINE
Alex and Gabe had an entire conversation with nothing more than a few looks. I don’t know where we’re going or what they decided, but Gabe’s movements are stiff, and his handsome face is etched with apprehension. Mouth turned down, he won’t meet my gaze.
I want to tell them not to go to any trouble and that they can drop me off at the nearest hotel, but I don’t have the energy. I finally understand the saying ‘weak as a newborn lamb.’
Alex escorts me to the helipad, his hand settled across the small of my back. It takes everything in me to put one foot in front of the other. To keep my balance and not break an ankle or ruin my dress.
Despite all that, my body hums. Not because of the lingering anxiety but because his touch feels so right. So vital.
I don’t even care what they’re planning right now. After the last twenty-four hours, letting Alex take the lead is a welcome relief.
The wind whips at my dress, and I hold my hands against my thighs to keep everything in place. An attendant opens the door of the sleek, silvery-gray helicopter and lights around the helipad cause the paint to sparkle in the night.
Alex steps next to me, offering me a hand as I put my foot on the step. I gather my dress with the other hand and duck inside, keenly aware of his attention on my back. The luxurious interior offers six seats. I pick one of the singles farthest from the door, knowing it’s for the best, but my body... my traitorous body wants to be in his lap again. To be held again.
He steps back, returning to Gabriel’s side. What a sight they are. Matching scowls of concern. So tall and capable.
