will never be implicated, suspected or even considered in the matter of Thomas Harrington’s death. I need you to trust me and I need you to have faith in what I’m telling you. I would never do anything that made it so I’m not with you or that I’m not the man making you smile and laugh and live free. So when I tell you that I’ll be back and that neither me or you will have any suspicions cast our way, I need you to tell me you believe in that.”
There was no way she would ever send the man she loved off on a mission that could get him killed, hurt or jailed worried that she would never be able to accept him for who and what he was. He’d done that for her with no hesitation, no reservations and she could do no less for him.
“I believe in you, Wade,” she said, her voice serious and grave. “I’ll always believe in you. Just be safe and hurry back to me. I’ll be waiting.”
He rose, lifting her from his lap and then setting her back down onto the bed. Then he leaned down and kissed her one last time.
“Love you, baby. This will be over soon and you’ll be free and you’ll never have to worry about him again. I want you looking ahead. Focus on the future. Our future. Let me take care of the present.”
TWENTY-THREE
WADE had only been gone half an hour and Eliza had settled in for a long night. She was tense and anxiety consumed her. She was sick at heart, sick to the depths of her soul over Wade doing what amounted to her dirty work. It was her fault he was on his way to kill a man. For her. She was the one who’d begun the quest for justice. Vengeance. Wade wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t taken it upon herself to play God and dispense justice as she demanded it.
He hadn’t even known what she was planning to do. He’d tracked her down because he was worried, knew she was in trouble and was determined not only to protect her but to shield her from any repercussions of a choice made solely by her.
He was stepping in to clean up her mess. To prevent her from suffering the consequences of her decision. A decision she’d made when she’d been in no state of mind to be making such a drastic resolution. And now Wade would pay the ultimate price. Not her.
Even if he did escape implication, suspicion or God . . . arrest and conviction, he’d still have to live with the knowledge that he’d killed a man in a premeditated act of murder for the rest of his life. And he’d forever have Thomas Harrington’s blood on his hands. Would he eventually come to hate her? Would he later be consumed with regret and guilt. Would he blame her and eventually resent her for putting him in this position to begin with?
She didn’t even make the attempt to go back to sleep though she’d nearly been just that when Wade had gotten the phone call. She was wired for sound and so rigid and tense with fear that her muscles already ached from the strain.
With a resigned sigh, knowing she was facing a long night, she shuffled into the kitchen after pulling on one of Wade’s shirts. It was warm like he was and his scent was all over it. It wasn’t even close to having the real thing, but wearing his shirt, feeling his warmth and smelling him on her gave her a small measure of comfort.
Knowing the last thing she needed was caffeine when she was already so worked up, she opted for a glass of juice and rummaged in the fridge for something to eat, more out of the need to have something to do than any real hunger. After dumping several of the items she’d pulled from the fridge onto the counter, she reached back to shut the fridge just as her cell phone rang.
She stared at the phone laying next to the sink, a sense of dread settling into the pit of her stomach. Wade had now been gone thirty-five minutes. It was too soon to be hearing from him or any of her guys on surveillance. What if something had gone terribly wrong?
Then realizing she was standing there staring while the phone continued to ring, she lunged for it, not even checking to