Page 54 of Heated Rivals
And she was going to marry him. James tried to keep his voice even, but it was damn near impossible. “Is he the reason you’re like this?”
She didn’t answer directly. “This thing between us is over, James. It has to be. I just wanted to say good-bye.”
* * *
Carrigan watched the emotions play over James’s face before they settled into one she was familiar with—rage. He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Explain.”
This wasn’t going how she’d planned. Hell, she hadn’t had much of a plan when she walked out of the restaurant an hour ago. All she’d known was that Dmitri had threatened James, and every instinct she had told her that he was a man who didn’t bluff. If she didn’t cut things off immediately, he’d kill James. It was worse than the threat of war with her family or anything her brothers could bring to bear against Halloran. It was straight-out assassination.
She’d do whatever it took to keep that from happening.
So she forced her spine straight and her shoulders back. “This has been fun—”
“Fun.”
“—but we both knew it could never go anywhere.” It wasn’t in the cards for them, no matter how much her heart cried out for him.
“You’re a goddamn liar.” He suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his hands around hers, pinning her between the mug and his skin. “You want this. You wantme.”
Yes!She pressed her lips together. “You’re notlistening to me.”
“Yes, I am. You’re saying that things are over, and it sure as fuck sounds like your brother’s words coming out of your mouth when you do.” He stood, yanking her half out of her seat and nearly spilling her coffee in the process. “Come with me.”
It was a mistake. If she went with him now, she’d be putting him in danger. She might be signing his goddamn death warrant. “You don’t understand…”
He took the mug out of her hands and set it on the table. “You still want me.”
Of course she did. She was starting to suspect she’d want this man for the rest of her life and beyond. “That has nothing to do with anything.”
“It has everything to do with everything.” He pulled her closer, inch by inch, until there was barely a breath of distance between them. “I can’t let you go, lovely. Iwon’t. Come away with me tonight. We’ll figure things out, and the world will look better tomorrow.”
He was wrong. He was so wrong it wasn’t even funny. Even if tonight was the most perfect a night could be, nothing would be different tomorrow. It was a lesson Carrigan had learned all too well over the years. But if she had to give him up forever, who would blame her for taking one more night before she had to say good-bye? She looked away. She knew who would.Dmitri. He wouldn’t be forgiving. “It’s too risky.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Are you?”
He didn’t know what was at stake. But, looking up into his eyes, she realized that maybe she was wrong. James might not know the dirty details about Dmitri and his threats, but he didn’t live a life free of danger.Death could come for them any day. It was still a risk, and a stupid one at that, but she found herself nodding all the same.I can’t say no to this man. I don’t ever want to. “Just tonight.”
“We’ll get this figured out.” He kept a hold of her hand as he led her from the coffee shop to where he’d parked a black car she didn’t recognize, and then held her door while she climbed in.
She typed out a quick text to Liam.With James. I promise I’ll keep my phone on. It dinged almost as soon as she’d pushed send.
Where?
Carrigan hesitated. What if Liam told her brothers? But then she remembered how things had played out before—he wouldn’t betray her. He just wanted to keep her safe. She glanced at James. “Where are you taking me?”
He eyed the phone in her hand. “The beach house.”
York. Blue house on the ocean drive.She set the phone aside. She’d kept her promise—at least one of them. “Okay.”
“Anything I should be worried about?”
“No.” She hoped. She seemed to be doing a lot of hoping these days. But as James reached over and took her hand, she let her worry go. It would still be there tomorrow. God knew she couldn’t escape her problems as easily as she and James could escape Boston’s city limits.
She could feel James’s questions crowding the space between them, but he kept his silence as they drove north. It left her too much opportunity to go over the last forty-eight hours. So much had changed, and yet nothing at all. Saturday James had still been forbidden, even if her family didn’t know about their relationship. She’d been considering marrying Dmitri, though he hadn’t gotten into the heavy-handed tactics yet. And she’d still wanted James more than anything else in the world.
She was just as conflicted now as she had been then, with just as few places to turn for help. Add it all up, and Carrigan couldn’t shake the truth—no matter which way she turned, she was destined for a life of misery and loss.
CHAPTER TWENTY
