Page 32 of Donovan Blake: Passion

The switch had been activated and the BMW was moving.

He waited, relishing the quickening of his pulse.

Working for the great Alexi Koslov was an honor, and Ari constantly strived to prove his worth.

Starting up his car, he rolled away from the curb and began to follow the SUV through the streets of London. When it passed the entrance to the motorway he became concerned. The slow pursuit continued, but the vehicle never stopped and seemed to be on an endless journey to nowhere. After thirty-minutes of meandering through the London streets Ari decided to catch up and demand an explanation. But the BMW suddenly did an illegal U-turn. Though he hastily followed suit he was unable to pull alongside because of traffic. Finally, to his surprise and relief, the BMW turned up a ramp onto the motorway.

“Idiot,” Ari grunted under his breath. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

* * *

Only a few minutes after Ari had begun following the BMW, Donovan and Phoebe had been taken to a sleek silver Mercedes coupe. As they settled in, Sam called and assured them Ari had been spotted and was following the BMW though the city.

“You don’t have to worry. He’ll be led around by his nose for at least twenty-minutes. You’ll be well on your way. We’ll intercept him on the country road and he’ll be taken out of commission.”

“Thanks, Sam. I’ll be in touch when we arrive at the Hall.”

“Alexi will be apoplectic when Ari disappears,” Phoebe remarked. “Is it wise to mess with him like this?”

Donovan grinned.

“I’ll make sure it won’t be long before he feels back in control, and that’s when he’ll be at his weakest.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jane was having a difficult time. Trevor was making her anxious and she had no idea why. When they entered the house and she showed him into the small security room, he stood nerve-rackingly close to her. She could smell the subtle scent of his spicy aftershave, and his arms looked even more muscled than they had at the gate.

“I can see how you switch from room to room, that’s pretty standard,” he remarked, “but what about the grounds?”

“Oh, here,” she replied, reaching past him to move the mouse. “This is so annoying. Why does it always do this?” she grumbled as the screen suddenly went blurry. “We pay enough. You’d think it would work.”

“It’s not the equipment,” Trevor replied patiently. “The camera is outside. You just need to adjust the picture by—”

“Why isn’t it automatic?”

“I can’t say. I’m not a technician, but I’ve seen this with other—”

“I’m going to talk to daddy,” she exclaimed, cutting him off. “It needs to be upgraded so we don’t have to mess with it all the time.”

“Jane,” Trevor began, crossing his arms and frowning down at her, “has anyone ever told you it’s rude to interrupt?”

As she stared up at him she wasn’t sure if he was scolding her or if he was just angry, then it occurred to her it might be both. But it didn’t matter. A bevy of butterflies had fluttered to life in her stomach, and there was something about him that was vaguely familiar.

“The thing is,” he continued, “if I’m going to be your bodyguard there are rules you’ll have to follow.”

“Rules?” she repeated, wishing she could understand what was happening to her. “What kind of rules?”

“When I speak you need to listen and you need to let me finish. I can’t do my job effectively if you don’t pay attention.”

“Okay, fine. There’s no need to get your knickers in a twist. I think you need a cup of tea. I’ll ring the kitchen,” she said briskly, picking up the phone and wondering why she’d made the cheeky remark. “Hello, Mary? Bring tea and scones for two into the conservatory. There, done,” she declared, hanging up the receiver. “Follow me. You’ll be able to sit back and catch your breath for five minutes.”

“I know where the conservatory is, Jane.”

“You do? How?”

“You really don’t remember me?”

“Uh…there is something about you that rings a bell, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

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