than a week with Queen Wila to get her official approval. Ted had warned Tash about that. This game was gonna be a long one. She sighed.
“This week is only the first obstacle in an intricate course,” she told Thomas, attempting to turn it into a joke. “I’m pretty sure this is my version of BUD/S training, with a multitude of challenges—and probably more than one written test.”
He smiled, but she could tell he was still digging through her words, down to the reason she’d brought this topic up. “So if the prince doesn’t know that we’re friends, it’s Ms. Francisco, then. No, Tash or even Tasha. I’m just a random SEAL that Uncle Navy sent to keep you safe.”
She nodded, then cleared her throat. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” His answer fell off his gorgeous lips so easily, and the reassuring smile he used to punctuate it sparkled for a moment in his dark brown eyes.
So yeah. She believed him. Completely. He truly and honestly did not mind, at all.
He added, “But you really should tell Ted, even though you’re, you know, fine... I’m no expert in relationships, for sure, but... It seems like common sense, not to keep that kind of thing a secret, if you’re looking to build something permanent. Long-term. And if it’s Sharon you’re protecting, or... ashamed of?”
Tasha laughed. “Ted knows all about Sharon.”
“Apparently not all,” he pointed out, adding in a voice that was so gentle, it almost broke her. “I know a thing or two about being ashamed, Tash. Trying to keep things hidden means you gotta drag that shit around with you. Secrets only fester—nothing heals. But when you put it out there, in the sunshine, and say, Hey, this happened, and that child I was has learned and changed—grown stronger—because of it, or maybe even despite it. Then you leave all the shame behind, too, safely there in the well-lit past. You move on.”
He was right. She’d learned that, and believed it absolutely. But she knew Ted pretty well—and there were some things he’d never forgive. She just didn’t want Sharon to be one of them.
“Car’s ready.” The man who’d gone to make the arrangements for the ride to the ski lodge came back inside.
Thomas turned to pick up both of their bags, leaving Tasha to zip up her jacket and follow him out into the overcast early morning cold.
Chapter Four
Sunday
Tasha was a limp, sniveling mess.
After they’d stopped—a good twenty-five minute drive down the mountain from where Thomas had been attacked and she’d been abducted—her armed guards had left her in the backseat of the SUV, where she lay curled up and still softly sobbing.
She’d been handcuffed, but her hands weren’t behind her back. Clearly the men who’d taken her didn’t consider her to be any kind of a threat.
Which was exactly what she’d hoped they’d think.
At first she’d cried because she couldn’t help herself. She was scared to death for Thomas, who’d been left to die by her kidnappers—naked and unconscious and tossed into a ditch—many miles back up the mountainside.
She’d fought back hard at first, trying to get away and screaming her head off after the man in the brown jacket had hit Thomas—hard—with the butt of his rifle. But the man with the onion breath, the creeper who’d copped a feel when he’d first pulled her from the car, had slapped her so hard that she saw literal stars as she hit the road.
“Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this?” she tried to ask, but Onion Breath hit her again, growling, “Silence!”
It was then, while she was on the ground, head spinning with her breath knocked out of her, that she realized she couldn’t help Thomas if she was unconscious, too.
And as she released her anger and fear in a flood of tears, she was helped back to her feet by another man—this one wearing black boots—who was far more gentle with her. He shot Onion Breath a harsh, “What the hell, dude? She’s just a girl. You outweigh her by a hundred pounds.”
She’s just a girl.
From that moment on, Tasha knew that was her super-power. If she could get them to think that she was, indeed, just a girl, she might be able to use that to her advantage. It might make them lower their guard and slip up, which would allow her to get away.
And do what? Race back up the mountain to find Thomas?
Absolutely yes, if she could.
Or she could