Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,6

One fourth of my heart has been shattered like glass under a hammer.

Now that? He can feel fucking guilty over that.

Two

Mile High Club

Sloane

This is different from what I imagined when we were at the house in Seattle and we talked about flying to France before going to Monte Carlo.

We’re not running but we aren’t free either. We are diving right into danger. We don’t have fake passports and we aren’t trying to escape law enforcement anymore. We’re the good guys now ... But are we? Sure, Agent Walker offered us immunity if we help the FBI nail Blaine’s future stepfather and uncover whatever shady business he’s involved in, but no one elaborated on what will happen if we fail. Are the cops going to go back on their word and arrest us again?

I turn my head briefly to throw a glance at Kaden behind me and purposely don’t meet his gaze; I’m pretty sure he’d arrest his own mother if he were given the chance, so I assume that the unspoken clause of our deal is that we have to succeed or else.

We’re walking on the tarmac of a little airfield just outside of Seattle, toward Royce and Blaine’s Gulfstream jet. Royce is holding my hand and Blaine is flanking me on the other side as we approach the aircraft.

“Go settle down, Princess. Blaine and I have to complete the last few checks before takeoff. The cockpit door will be open, so you can come sit with me for a bit during the cruising phase of the flight. But I made sure that there’s food for everyone and a change of clothes, something a little better than the government issued clothes we’re in now. Not that you don’t look gorgeous but I thought you’d like something nicer.” He winks at me, his green eyes full of warm amusement, and I wonder for the umpteenth time how he manages to always have every situation under control. It makes me feel safe which wasn’t something I thought I would feel again before meeting him.

I settle down on a big, plush leather seat and look outside, spotting Blaine doing his ‘walk around’ the aircraft in the rapidly declining daylight: we’ll fly during the night and arrive in Nice, France in the morning. It’ll take us around ten hours to arrive and then we’ll drive to the Principality of Monaco.

“Are you all right, Kitten?” River occupies the aisle seat by my side and when I nod in response to his question, he places a soft kiss on my temple and offers me a strained smile. He looks tired and I wish we’d been given at least one night to rest after what happened with Pierce in that boathouse. Instead, we’ve spent the last twenty-four hours in an interrogation room and I’m sure that it shows on all of us.

I look into River’s eyes and I’m about to tell him that, when Kaden walks in and takes a seat in one of the two empty seats in our cluster of four. He sits right across from me and he sets his dark blue eyes on me. My first instinct is to avert my gaze but I’m not the one who should feel guilty or embarrassed, given our situation, so I hold his gaze, trying to convey how pissed off I still am. River immediately picks up on the way I feel, I’m sure he must be fucking pissed too, maybe even more than I am since Kaden lied to him for almost two years.

“Go sit somewhere else,” he growls at Kaden but the blond FBI agent doesn’t even flinch and keeps his eyes on me when he says:

“At some point we’ll have to get past this shit. We have to work together, so you’ll have to talk to me.” I’m about to retort that I don’t have to do shit but my attention is diverted by the noise of the aircraft door being closed and by the seatbelt sign being switched on. I fasten my seatbelt and decide that I’ll move to a different seat after takeoff.

When the plane enters cruising altitude, the seatbelt sign is switched off and I’d totally get up and go sit away from Kaden but River has fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder and I don’t want to wake him. I am becoming a total softie for this man. But can you blame me? Just look at him! I want to cuddle, kiss, fuck, and occasionally punch River