He’d felt them all.
Last, she’d been burned.
Badly.
Burns that were signatures of her father’s favorite method of torture, something Nick knew for certain because he’d seen it in a goddamned FBI file.
That was no accident and it was no coincidence.
Her father had burned her.
Her father had scarred his youngest daughter.
But why?
And now she lived like a ghost but out in the open. Not like her sister who could loosen up and definitely enjoyed her life.
No.
Nick was the first man she’d fucked more than once in four years.
Again, why?
Both women were in their thirties, and as far as anyone knew, neither of them had a steady man in their life, nor did it look like that was imminent for their future.
And again…
Why?
A mystery.
She had been before, he knew it, so did everyone.
But his game was not solving the mystery of Olivia Shade so when he went into it, he didn’t care she was a mystery.
Now, that burn…he did.
“Fuck,” he whispered into the dark.
The bathroom door opened and it opened after she turned out the light.
He watched her shadow walk to the bed.
There was an unusual hesitancy in her soft voice when she said, “I think I should go home, Sebring.”
His response was to push up, reach across the bed, tag her hand and yank her into it.
She fell hard on him.
He didn’t give a fuck.
He tangled his limbs in hers and both of them in the covers.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Shade.”
She shut up but her tense body told him she was nowhere near sleep.
He tested her, sliding his hand down her spine.