Page 44 of Caught in His Sights

“The plan changed,” Caleb says. “Now I’m after whoever wants to kill him.”

“Are you having fun hunting the hunter?” Amusement laces the words.

“It’s a challenge.” Caleb laughs. “And you know I love challenges.”

My pulse stutters, the flash of unease from earlier returning, though none of this is new information. But once the danger has passed, will he lose interest?

Then Damien plucks the question straight from my head. “So, when you’ve solved this puzzle, you’ll complete the job you were assigned?”

A heavy silence falls between them, and I hold my breath as I wait for Caleb’s answer. It means more than I expected. When did this change from just living out a fantasy before I died?

“I was told to take care of him, and that’s what I’m doing,” Caleb says at last. “Isn’t that right, Oliver?”

I startle, my muscles clenching, and the reaction sends a shock of pleasure through me. Biting my lip to stifle a moan, I search my surroundings and spot the small mirror tucked into a decorative shelf.

Caleb catches my gaze and lifts an eyebrow. Of course, an assassin wouldn’t leave blind spots in his house.

I shuffle around the corner into the kitchen, avoid Damien’s suspicious glare, and hold out the plate. “The smell is making Leo queasy.”

Caleb frowns as he takes it from me. “Then you should have eaten it faster.”

“I’ll finish it when he’s gone.” I turn to head back to the office. “It might be better when it’s cold.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny, do you?” Caleb catches my arm and draws me to his side, nuzzling my cheek. “Am I taking good care of you?”

My halfhearted attempt to resist him melts away. “Are you still considering killing me?”

His lips graze my ear. “Does the thought scare you?”

“Yes,” I admit, my knees shaking.

“Does that mean you want to live?”

My eyes close as the tremble spreads to the rest of my body. “Yes.”

“Then am I taking good care of you?” He presses a hand against my backside, igniting a wave of warmth and need.

Lashes fluttering open, I tip my face up to his. “Yes, you’re taking excellent care of me, even if you tried to poison me with those eggs.”

He gives me a wolfish smile. “You’re just begging to be spanked later, aren’t you?”

“Promises, promises.” I slip free of his hold—or rather, he lets me go, because no way can I escape unless he allows it—and leave the kitchen.

The trembling doesn’t stop as I near the office. Despite Caleb’s affection, he didn’t give a real answer about his plans for me. Am I only a problem to solve, and once he does, he’ll lose interest?

The question absorbs my thoughts as I settle back in the chair behind the desk, forgetting about the plug until it drives against my prostate and forces a soft gasp from my lungs.

Leo’s blond brows pinch together. “Are you all right?”

“Just a little tired.” I offer him a wane smile.

A knowing look crosses his delicate features. “Ask your questions so you can rest for the remainder of the day. You should be snuggled up in blankets, enjoying the afterglow.”

I nod, though I’ve never been one to pamper myself after a Heat. There was always something to do, work to catch up on. I’m not sure I know how to self-care.

I open the laptop and pull up an empty document to take notes. “Can you tell me when you moved into apartment 312?”

“Around springtime last year.” His hands smooth over his stomach in a comforting motion. “I had lost my scholarship and my housing at university.”

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