Keeping Her Safe. Myrna Mackenzie
listening. “What do you mean?”
So Jason told him. Yes, he definitely had a plan, but not everyone was going to like it.
The very thought made Jason smile. He was going to relish getting even.
But first he was going to relish getting free.
Three
“Lock every door, lock every window and stay away from them. Don’t let yourself be silhouetted in the light,” Vincent ordered Natalie as he prepared to leave her at her door.
She nodded. “And where will you be while I’m making myself invisible?” Even though she hadn’t meant to, Natalie asked the question out loud. The truth was she was dreadfully afraid that if she didn’t know exactly where Vincent was, she would be peeking out the window trying to spot him just like a star-struck teenage girl.
And then there was the other concern. She needed to get out of the house, and she needed to make sure that Vincent couldn’t follow her.
“I’ll be nearby,” he assured her.
“Don’t you have a family? A wife? Kids?”
“I don’t do the wife-and-kids stuff. It’s not for me.” His voice was hoarse. There was clearly a story behind that comment, one he obviously didn’t want to share.
“Okay, but don’t you ever go to bed?” She tried not to imagine him in a bed. She really did her best not to think about what he might wear or not wear…and what kind of woman he might sleep with.
“Sure, I sleep,” he assured her. “But I’ll never leave you unprotected. When I’m off-duty, I’ll put my best man on your case. Derek Seefer. If anything should happen, Derek knows what to do and he knows how to reach me.”
“Nothing will happen,” she said too quickly.
Vincent cocked his head, but he simply nodded. “Derek and I will see to it. Sleep well, Natalie.”
She looked up at him then, into those concerned dark gray eyes, and she wished she didn’t have to deceive him. She wished she could tell him what she had planned, but of course there was no way she could ever do that. If she did, he would follow her. Vincent certainly wasn’t the kind of man who would stay or go just because a woman told him to.
No, she would have to be sneaky. Too much was at stake here.
“I’ll be careful, Vincent,” she promised, even though she realized he couldn’t understand what she was talking about. “I promise. And thank you. I will sleep well.” Just as soon as she was back from her mission, she would sleep very well.
Vincent had encountered a lot of guilty looks in his days. He wondered if Natalie knew that she played with her hair when she was being evasive. Those pretty green eyes couldn’t quite focus on him, even though in all other ways she looked perfectly calm and in control.
“If I were a betting man,” he murmured, “I’d say that Natalie isn’t going to lock all her doors and sit tight. She’s going to run.”
He wondered why. She really appeared to be in danger, and it was clear from her reaction to the memory of those notes that she didn’t take the threats lightly. Yet she chafed at having a keeper. Not that he blamed her. Even if a bodyguard was for her own safety, the lack of privacy, the sense of being watched and treated like a child was bound to rankle with a woman who had been on her own for as long as Natalie had. She was twenty-nine, an independent woman with a career, and now she had a keeper.
No, he’d just bet he wasn’t on Natalie’s list of favorite people right now. He wondered who was. What man topped her list of those she wanted to spend time with?
“Whoa, don’t go there, buddy. None of your concern. This lady is just a client. That puts her off-limits for everything.”
Right now the lady was slipping out some back entrance if the slight screech of wood against wood was any indication. Opening a window?
“Maybe, and maybe it’s someone else opening the window to climb inside, you dolt,” he told himself, sprinting around the corner.
He was just in time to see a pair of shapely legs emerging from the window. He frowned. She was wearing beige sandals that displayed pretty pink toes. When she started to slide out of the window, her narrow skirt caught on the frame and stuck, sliding up to reveal a pair of thighs that could make a man beg to touch.
Vincent breathed in deeply, ordering himself to ignore the lady’s thighs and just concentrate on the task at hand.
“Need a hand?” he asked, stepping forward and reaching up for her.
Her head came up and her eyes met his. To her credit, she didn’t shriek, something she certainly had a right to do. Instead, she stared down at his hands and at her own exposed flesh. If he lowered his hands, he could cup his palms around those rounded thighs.
Natalie gave a frustrated sigh. “Yes, thank you,” she said primly. “I could use a hand.”
“And a lift? You appear to be going out.”
“Yes. I have work to do.”
“All right, let’s go.” He reached up and she squirmed, but it was clear that if he let her continue her downward slide, he’d be seeing a lot more than just her thighs. Right now Vincent didn’t think he could handle viewing Natalie’s nearly naked and undoubtedly lovely little ass. A man only had so much self-control and while he had more than most men, while he had spent a lifetime teaching himself to ignore the dictates of his mind and his emotions, the urge to slide his palms across Natalie’s bare skin would still be there. He couldn’t have indiscreet thoughts about his client interfering with his job.
Carefully, Vincent placed his hands on Natalie’s waist and lifted her from the window. “You were going to walk?”
She shrugged. “It seemed best. If I took my car—”
“I’d see you and follow. I’ll drive you.”
Suddenly, she placed her hand on his sleeve and heat filled him. “Vincent, you more than anyone should understand what undercover work is like.”
He nodded. “Go on.”
“I have a job. I’m trying to help people like Mrs. Morgensen. In order to do that, I need information. I have things I need to do, but I need to be able to fit in without causing a stir of any sort.”
“You want me to be scarce,” he finished for her.
“If that’s possible.” For a minute, he thought she was studying his body, as if she were deciding if he might fit behind a potted plant. “You’re a very large man, Vincent,” she pointed out again.
He tried to blank out his thoughts, to remember that she was just being practical, not speaking in sexual innuendos.
“I know how to become a part of the furniture, Natalie. Believe me. It’s my job.”
She nodded. “All right, then.”
She turned to go. He turned to follow her. Suddenly she whirled and he was closer than he had intended. “One more thing,” she said. Her eyes looked dark and worried.
“Tell me.”
“I might make mistakes, but I won’t be in any danger. Even if I do err and things look as if they’re falling apart, don’t help me. I have to learn.”
“Natalie?”
“What?”
“You’ve been a reporter for a while, haven’t you?”
“Yes, but I’ve never had to play a part. When you’re interviewing Beep-Beep the Clown and the owners of The Party Hat Store, subterfuge isn’t really necessary.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never played a part? You’ve never gone undercover?”