Page 11 of Broken Rules
But then his smile faded when he remembered the blind fear in her eyes.
If he had ever dared hope to see her again, he never would have imagined an occasion with SWAT gear, guns, and high-end robbery—a far cry from their first meeting surrounded by orphans and nuns.
But now what?
“Now nothing,” he said out loud before turning his back to the river and walking toward the crumbling brick building he temporarily called home. He couldn’t try to see her again. It was too dangerous. He would just have to be satisfied with the glimpse he’d had that night.
His phone dinged. Without even looking at the text he knew it was about the job hedidn’tjust pull off. But at that moment, he didn’t care. The job could wait.
“Damn it!” he stopped walking, resisting the urge to head back toward his van. He clenched his hands into tight fists. She was so close. All he wanted to do was see her again, hold her, make sure she was all right.
But he couldn’t. He was no good for her.
She deserved a nice guy with a normal life and a legitimate profession. If he had even a shred of decency in his soul, he would put this night out of his mind...
But how could he forget about her now when he’d never been able to since they first met seventeen years ago?
Expelling a long breath, he hung his head back and looked up at the stars. Again, he saw her, lying beneath the thick blanket that he had tucked around her, staring up at him with wide, beautiful eyes. Trusting eyes.
“Enough,” he admonished himself, dropping his gaze to the dull ground.
At best, he would break her heart. At worst...
He shook his head, not wanting to consider what the worst would be.
Reaching for his phone, he read the new text.
Done?
No, he typed.
When?
When I decide.
Chapter Four
