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When he pulled back, he realized his chest was heaving and his hands weren’t steady. He also realized she was shivering.
Damn, she was saturated. He needed to get her warm and dry. He took her hand and towed her across the suite.
“Tell me what happened.” They passed through a bedroom with a large, king-size bed, a mirrored wall behind it, and a view of the Eiffel Tower, and into a marble bathroom.
“Well, these two guys grabbed me. They didn’t say a single word and they were wearing balaclavas. I’ve no idea who they were working for. Sorry.”
Cain bypassed the freestanding tub and turned on the shower in the giant stall. “I don’t care about that.” Although he would find out who they were and make them regret it. “Then what happened?” He stripped off her jacket.
She was looking around the bathroom. “Wow, this is a hell of a bathroom.”
“Jet.”
“Um. We were stopped on a bridge over the Seine. There was bad traffic. I jumped out and ran.”
Cain stilled. His little firecracker had run from the bad guys.God. Then he blinked. Her wet shirt was transparent, and her lacy bra and hard nipples were showing through it.Shit.
His hands clenched on her, and he took a deep breath.
“Then they started shooting,” she continued.
He stiffened. The assholes were dead men walking.
“There were people around. Kids. I couldn’t let them shoot innocent people. So I jumped.”
He felt a muscle twitch under his eye. “Jumped?”
She nodded. “Off the bridge into the river.”
Cain released a slow breath.
“I got a little more up close and personal with the Seine than I’d planned. I even swallowed some water. Ugh.” She cocked her head as she looked at him. “Are you all right?”
“No.” His hands clenched into fists, released, clenched again.
Jet pressed her hands to his chest. “I’m fine, Cain.”
“But it’s just pure luck you didn’t get hurt, or worse.” His voice was harsh. “They could have tortured you, hurt you… It’s my fault I let them take you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you’re in charge of the entire world. I’mokay, Bond.”
“Get in the shower.” He pushed her inside the stall, clothes and all.
“Oh, this hot water feelssogood.” As steam billowed, he watched her strip her clothes off. They hit the tiles with a wet slap. He caught glimpses of her tiny, perfectly formed body. Toned arms, nipped-in waist, and although she was small, she definitely had curves.
He turned away, his blood humming. “I’ll order you some food.”
“Thanks, I’m starving.”
She’s fine. She’s fine.
Cain repeated the mantra to himself as he ordered room service.She’s fine. She’s fine.
He’d still have the CIA team find the assholes. Then he’d dismantle them, limb by limb. He made himself focus on his phone as he messaged Killian to let him know that she was all right.
When Jet came out of the bathroom, she was dwarfed by a huge, white robe, and he mostly had his shit together.
She held up a small tube. “I have some cuts on my feet. I need to put some antiseptic cream on them.” Her nose wrinkled. “Catching some random infection from wandering the streets barefoot is not on my Parisian To-Do list.”
