Mine To Protect (Mine #6)(39)

“Screw off.” He tossed a glare at the guy.

“I can see where she’d have you all tangled up. I mean…who doesn’t like a smart, sexy, strong woman? Only a dumbass, obviously.”

Victor narrowed his eyes on Drake.

Drake shrugged. “What? You know that’s my type. How else would I have ended up so addicted to Jasmine?”

Victor’s back teeth ground together.

“And I can see the signs,” Drake added with a knowing nod. “You are a sinking ship, buddy. Might as well admit you’re hooked on her.”

“Drake…” A warning edge had entered his voice.

“I am curious…” Now Drake cocked his head as he studied Victor. “When did she stop being a case for you? Or have you been lying to yourself all this time? Thinking that you were working her when really…” His words trailed away.

“Really—what? By all means, don’t stop there.”

Drake’s smile stretched. “When really, every second you were with her…that woman in there was stealing more and more of your heart.”

She wasn’t stealing it. I gave it to her. And now he was totally f*cked.

“What matters more?” Drake asked as he stalked closer to Victor. “Her or the case?”

“It’s not that easy,” Victor gritted out. “There are things that you don’t know.”

“Make it that easy. Because you don’t want to wind up like me, waking up one day and finding out that the woman you want most is gone.”

Guilt twisted in Victor’s stomach. He’d been responsible for that happening to Drake. I was only trying to keep Jasmine safe. “I’m not letting Zoe offer herself up in exchange for Michelle. I’m getting her out of Vegas. As soon as possible, I’m putting her on that jet of yours. I’ll find a safe place for her.”

That was all there was to it. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, risk her any longer.

***

Victor wasn’t going to help her find Michelle. Not anymore.

Zoe knew it, with utter certainty. She’d seen the look on his face. Victor was probably already making plans to pack up and fly them out of Vegas. No doubt, he was already picking out some small little town to put her in. A new hiding spot.

She was tired of hiding.

She slipped out of the shower, the steam rising all around her. Her body ached, her head throbbed, but Zoe was alive, so she figured…what’s the point in complaining?

She’d survived, again. Cheated death once more.

But she wasn’t sure Michelle would be so lucky.

Zoe grabbed the big, fluffy, white robe that hung on a gleaming, silver hook in the bathroom. She slipped it on, pausing for just a moment because the thing was ridiculously soft.

Very, very nice.

Then Zoe took a deep breath. She squared her shoulders. Time to face Victor. Time to tell him that, hell, no, she wasn’t running. It was her life, and if she wanted to help Michelle, she would. The last thing she needed was a cop’s death on her conscience. Zoe opened the bathroom door and marched down the hallway, though her march didn’t make much noise because of the thick carpeting.

When she left the hallway, she saw the man standing in front of the big window, gazing down at the city below. A tall man, with broad shoulders and…

Blond hair.

She staggered to a quick stop. “Where’s Victor?”

Drake turned toward her. “He said he needed to talk with a cop.”

“Without me?” Her voice rose. Anger did that, made her voice rise, made her feel all twitchy. “The jerk.”

“Actually…” Drake walked toward her. “I’m supposed to keep watch over you while he’s gone.”

A hotel owner was her bodyguard? “Yes, well, thanks, but no thanks.”

A hint of a smile curved his lips. “Don’t be so dismissive. I promise, I’ve got some skill sets that would surprise you.”

She wasn’t touching that one.

“Victor Monroe is an interesting man,” Drake mused.

“I think he can be a bit of an ass.” Why not be honest? “Considering he just dumped me here right after my abduction.”

“Definite ass.” Drake appeared all too happy to agree with her. “But…you know why he left you here.”

“Because he has an insane protection complex?”

“Because you matter to him.”

She tightened the belt on her robe. “You sound as if you understand him.”

“I’m probably as close to a…friend…as the guy has. But, believe me, we certainly didn’t start things out that way. When I first met him, I pretty much hated the guy on sight. Victor and his secrets…they can do so much damage.”

Zoe found herself inching closer to him. “Tell me…”

He lifted a brow.

“Tell me what he’s really like. Tell me just how much he’s jerking me around.” Because she was a mess and when it came to Victor, she couldn’t see clearly enough.

“He’s not jerking you around, that I know for certain.”

Her heart drummed faster.

“He’s gone to the police station for you. Because Victor wants to get you on a jet and fly you out of this town.”