the most I ever got. And then Warren Cade and that senator came in with their damn pipeline.”
Bitterness and hatred drip from her words, and it almost doesn’t even sound like my Nix—like the funny, brave, brilliant woman I’ve known for the last few days.
“One thing I can say is that protest, that pipeline gave me focus,” she says. “It’s shaped me. I know I’ll fight men like Warren Cade for the rest of my life, and I know I have to work the system to help people it doesn’t care about. That’s why I’ve been so careful about my next steps.”
“It’s too important to get it wrong,” I say, understanding for the first time the pivotal role the pipeline and my father have played in shaping the girl I’ve come to care so much about in such a short time.
“Exactly.” She tilts her head back and sets her eyes on my face. “I have to be intentional about everything. I can’t afford wrong steps, bad moves. It’s not for me. It’s for the people I want to help.”
I should have told her that first night who my father was. Who I am. Hell, I should have told them in the cell that day four years ago, but I didn’t see it serving any purpose. I know most people would love to be a Cade, but I can’t say I’ve been proud of that name or of my father in a long time. I’ve lived the last four years out from under the shadow of my family and all that comes with them. Hearing my father’s role in the dreams that torture Lennix, I can’t ruin this connection by telling her the truth yet. It’s all tangled up in her mind and heart—her mother’s disappearance, death, and the pipeline that ruined the sacred grounds where she laid her mother to rest. It’s a sticky, convoluted web and my father? He’s the spider.
“Let’s not talk about it anymore.” She snuggles closer, pressing her naked body into mine. “I’m better now.”
I’ll deal with the issue of my name later. Now I just want to fully embrace our last few days. We said at the end of the week we’d walk away, but I refuse to wreck the little time I have left with the truth.
I roll her onto her back and prop myself up on my elbows so I’m looking down at her. “The day after tomorrow, I have to go to London.”
“What?” Dismay and disappointment tint her voice and her face. “Why?”
“It’s a meeting for the Antarctica expedition. We have people on the team from all over the world. Those of us in easy travelling distance of London, like David and me, will go in person. Others will Skype in.”
“So we lose a day.”
“Yeah. When I come back, we’ll only have one day before you fly home.”
“Then I guess,” she says, kissing my neck and sliding her hand down my back to squeeze my ass, “we should make the most of it.”
My laugh is an aroused exhalation. “My sentiments exactly, which is why I want you to ditch your friends and spend the entire day with me tomorrow. They can have you back when I go to London.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“You have to trust me.” I trace the contours of her face with my index finger.
“Okay. I trust you.”
I feel like an ass because I know how precious and hard-won her trust is. Her hatred for my father still burns bright and fresh. I have to tell her the truth, but I’m selfish enough, I want her too much just like this for as long as I can have this, to even tell her my real name.
20
Lennix
Maxim’s smile steals hearts for a living. The magnetism of it draws me to him sitting on that wall across from the hostel.
It’s only been a few hours since we parted ways. Maxim brought me home long enough for us to both change and prepare for our day together. He slides his aviators into his hair, and strands of it curl around and cling to the lenses. I’ll miss the way his hair feels threading through my fingers when he’s inside me. I’ll miss the way he kisses me like he can’t believe it’s real—a startling sense of wonder from someone so pragmatic, cynical even. I’ll miss the way he tangles our fingers under tables and touches me every chance he gets. There are a dozen things I’ll miss about him. I’m already