Page 15 of Being Bold
Big Sky was at least a half-hour drive from here. “Why were you in the woods wearing clothes better suited to an office?”
At the mention of her clothing, she glanced down at herself with a gasp before her gaze shot back to his. Outrage colored her voice as she demanded, “Where are my clothes?”
“The dryer.” He scrubbed at the side of his face and suppressed a groan as he explained, “You were borderline hypothermic when you got here. I had to put you in something warm and dry fast.”
“You, you . . .” she spluttered.
He rushed to add, “I acted purely for the purpose of saving your life,” before she did something he probably deserved, like slug him in the face.
She dropped her head in her hands, then winced when she tapped the bandage over her wound. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered.
“Whatdidhappen?” When she lifted her gaze, he added in what he hoped was a non-threatening tone, “I know that’s a bullet graze.” He tried to talk to people as little as possible, and his skills were rustier than a shipwreck.
Her eyes glazed over. “My boss tried to kill me.”
“Mr. Dao?”
She nodded in response.
“Why would he want to kill you?”
“I don’t know.” Anger tightened her features.
Bo grunted. There was something she wasn’t telling him. “That’s hard to believe.”
???
Selene
Okay, sir.
Selene didn’t appreciate his insinuation. She stared the guy down while the petulant part of her wanted to cross her arms and turn away. But since she wasn’t wearing a bra, she didn’t need to draw any more attention there.
O-M-G!
Her stomach took off on a rollercoaster every time she thought about it. He’d undressed her. And not down to her bra and underwear.
Full. On. Naked.
She was mortified. Prior to this, she could count the number of men who’d seen her naked on one hand. Okay, three fingers, but relationships had never come easily for her. Somehow, the con list usually outweighed the pro list.
Now, this man she didn’t know had seen her in her birthday suit. Although out of everything that had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours, that was hardly the worst of it.
She was lucky to be alive.
And if that wasn’t a sobering thought, she didn’t know what was.
But grateful or not, she could do without the bite in his tone. She wasn’t lying about knowing why Mr. Dao wanted her dead. It might have something to do with the technology she’d found, but she didn’t know that for sure. He’d conveniently not told her.
Besides, her head was debating whether it wanted to split in two, she was worried something bad had already happened to Yumi, and she’d barely been awake long enough to get her bearings.
Selene exhaled a frustrated breath and asked, “How long have I been here?” It looked dark outside, but she had no clue if it was the same night or a new one.
“Since last night. You slept most of today.” Bo glanced at the phone she hadn’t thought to check. “It’s seventeen forty-two, that’s—”
“Five forty-two.”
His eyes narrowed at her, almost like he was . . . suspicious? “You know military time?”
