Page 12 of Seducing Jenny
I didn’t feel right about accepting money from her, so I compromised. “How about you let me pick the ship when you shop for one?”
She smiled up at me. “Deal.” Then she leaned into me again, just like before.
I breathed her in, the sweet scent that was purely her. I loved it. The smell of her, the slight press of her body against mine, was a blissful moment.
Until I felt her stiffen beside me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“That gray onworlder, two vehicles back,” she said, her eyes on the rearview mirror. “They were following us when we were driving out to the dump.”
“I noticed that, too,” I said, giving the vehicle another look. “But are you sure it’s the same onworlder as before? Doesn’t look the same to me.”
“Same driver,” she said.
I frowned. “You recognize them from that far away?”
“Yes,” she said with a nod. “At the coffeeshop where I worked, if I saw someone pulling up, I’d make their usual order before they even walked in. Saved time. Better tips. So yeah, I have this habit of paying attention to drivers.”
My eyes flicked back to the mirror. “I’m going to try something.”
I turned sharply at the next street without my signal. The gray onworlder didn’t follow.
“Maybe it was a coincidence.” At least I hope it was.
But two minutes later, as we resumed our path toward Mal’s estate, it was back.
Jenny shifted in her seat. “If he’s trying to be subtle, he’s failing,” she muttered.
I nodded and pushed the speed higher. As we turned onto Mal’s drive, the gray onworlder turned and parked on the side of the road.
My lips pursed. “We are most certainly being watched.”
Jenny stared out the window. “Justice said I’d have security detail to keep me safe. Maybe this is that.”
“Maybe,” I said, though I didn’t believe it for a second. “Either way, we need to let the others know.”
CHAPTER 4
Jenny
When we arrived at the mansion, it was quiet, the air too still and heavy inside. It had seemed like everyone had gone to bed early and I wondered if they felt weighed down by the same hopelessness pressing into my chest. Maybe they felt as defeated as I did that we couldn’t find and help Mal.
Tiger’s arm was around me, a silent comfort, and we turned down the hall, then stopped at the same time when we realized we’d started toward Mal’s room.
He glanced at me. “If we’re going to get an early start to the day tomorrow, we should be in one of our rooms. Our things are there.”
“Right.” It was a flimsy excuse not to address what had happened to Mal earlier, and I was happy to accept it. Neither of us wanted to discuss the issue, or our lack of being able to figure out a plan when we had no clue where he was.
We settled on my room for the night, with all its dark décor and soothing comforts. The bed was huge like every other bed I had seen on Orhon, but I liked mine better than Tiger’s. The sheets were smoother, cooler. I focused on each inane detail to avoid thinking of the other bedroom we had woken in...with Mal.
We stripped down to skin for sleep.
As we bedded down for the night, I didn’t know what to say. It felt wrong to be comfortable when I didn’t know how Mal was faring. Tiger spooned my naked body, wrapping himself around me. I was surrounded by him, a sensation I normally loved.
Tonight, emotion nearly choked me. “This feels wrong.”
He started to pull away, but I grabbed his arm.
