Savage Love (Savage Trilogy #3) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,40
arms around him. “I trust you, and I don’t care if we’re in hiding as long as I’m hiding with you.”
He doesn’t say a word. He just scoops me up and starts walking to the bedroom. I decide I don’t need a drink to get me through the afternoon. I need Rick Savage.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Savage
Me in a monkey suit. It’s not the first time. It’s not the last. But like the last time, I’m dressed to kill. I step out of the closet fully dressed to find Candace still in her robe, her hair in soft waves around her shoulders. She turns to look at me and her eyes go wide and warm. “My god, you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
And my God, I want her, and it’s not about sex and fucking either. We are so much more than those things. I close the space between me and her and catch her tiny waist beneath my hands. She is so damn tiny, so delicate and yet so freaking tough. I’m a damn killer, and no one can put me in my place like this woman. My eyes lower to her glossy pink lips. “I’m glad you think so.”
Heat spirals between us and I catch a glimpse of red lace beneath the robe. I tug down the black silk of her robe and my gaze lifts to her gaze. “What the fuck, Candy?”
“It’s for you,” she whispers. “I’m not leaving with him. I’m going home with you.”
I tighten my hold on her waist. “Yes. Yes, you are.” My voice is low, raspy, affected and I don’t even care. Yes, I’m affected in every fucking possible way with Candace. Just thinking about sending Candace off to that party alone, without me, kills me which is why I wait until the last possible minute to part ways but I have no choice. “I have to go,” I tell her, with only fifteen minutes until the car service arrives. “I’m meeting my father at the party in half an hour and a few minutes to lay down the rules with him is necessary before we go inside. Asher will follow you there and I’ll meet you inside.”
“I’m nervous,” she whispers. “God, I’m so nervous. You leaving makes me nervous.”
There’s a lot of deep-rooted history to that statement that cuts me in ten different directions. But there’s only one way to look at this. The outcome of tonight, ending with us, is a big step toward trust. “I’ll be right there with you at the party soon.”
“What if Tag—”
“Don’t finish that statement, baby. He has one thing to live for: hate. I have you.”
“My father—”
“I move on Tag at the same moment we move to extract your father. The minute he’s safe, Asher will send us both a text. Yours will look like it came from your friend Linda’s phone and read: How about coffee soon?”
“That means my father is safe.”
“Exactly. And just to recap. Someone will grab your boxes we set up by the door after you leave for the party. We’ll have movers get the rest once we’re through all of this. I won’t want you to touch your bank accounts until we’re through this either. Pocher will try to track you that way. We’ll dump your phone before we ever head to the private Walker-owned plane that we’re flying out on tonight.”
She nods. “Got it. I’ve been replaying it all in my head over and over.” I catch her fingers with mine. “Come walk me to the door.” I turn and lead her through the bedroom to the back door of the house before turning to her, sliding my hands under her hair. “Gun in your purse. Just in case.”
“Right. Okay.”
I grab the damn engagement ring nitwit gave her and press it into her hand. “Put that on after I’m gone. You won’t wear his ring again. Only mine.”
Her delicate little neck bobs. “Rick—”
“I love you, baby, so damn much.” I lean in and kiss her, a slow slide of tongue before I murmur, “See you soon,” and then I release her to exit the house. And holy hell, it about kills me to leave her behind even for a moment.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Candace
Take my gun with me.
Just in case.
Those are not words that comfort a girl but a gun in her purse is another story.
The minute Rick is gone, I shove the ring on my finger, but I don’t even look at it. I don’t want to look at it. Instead,