Mine to Have (Mine #5)(16)
Her heartbeat drummed in her ears. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you risking so much for me?”
Silence.
She didn’t want him risking his life for her. She didn’t want anyone hurt. Because if he wound up on the floor, like Wesley—what will I do?
Headlights flashed behind them.
“You have to make a choice, Elizabeth.”
Her breath heaved out. “Drive the car.” Because in this crazy world, he was the one person that she trusted completely. “But you’d damn well better not do something ridiculous like die on me later.”
He laughed, and that rough, rusty sound went straight to her heart.
***
“Another one, sir?” Gary asked as he stood just outside of Wesley Locke’s condo.
Victor gave a grim nod. He was glad his agent had arrived so soon. “And it looks like the same MO.” He’d need a medical examiner to tell him for certain, but judging by the injuries he’d seen…I think the same man killed both Wesley Locke and Kurt Taggert.
How long had Locke fought for survival in that condo? Had he been in there, bleeding out, when Victor had discovered Taggert’s body? Shit, he felt as if the killer were two steps in front of him with every move that he made.
Victor raked a hand through his hair. “We need a team to get over to the Moontree Motel. Three of Taggert’s guys burst in that place and tried to get Elizabeth Ward.”
Gary’s eyes widened. “Is she all right?”
“She’s with Saxon.”
Gary blinked. “Is that…wise?”
Victor really didn’t like the guy’s tone. He’d revealed more info about Saxon to the guy lately—mostly because the mission had been coming to a head. When Saxon worked undercover, Victor liked to keep the details of his cases locked down.
But we were so close to taking out Taggert. I had to tell the rest of the team what was happening. Because when the FBI went in with guns blazing, he hadn’t wanted Saxon getting caught in the cross-fire.
“He seems a little…dangerous to me.” Gary was sweating. “Maybe Tracy or I should take over her guard duty.”
Victor shook his head. “He is dangerous, and that’s why he’s the one who’ll keep guarding her. No one is going to hurt her, not while Saxon is there.”
Gary nodded. “You…you’re so sure of him.”
One of the cops called to him and Victor turned away. “I’m more sure of him than I am of anyone. I’d trust Saxon with my life.”
“But it’s not your life that’s on the line,” Gary mumbled. “It’s Elizabeth Ward’s…”
***
Dawn had come. The world was supposed to look bright and fresh in the morning, wasn’t it? But it didn’t.
Fear still clung to Elizabeth. They’d stopped earlier—mostly just so they could wash Wesley’s blood off them. Then Saxon had kept driving and driving. The street had disappeared, and now they were heading into the Everglades. She didn’t speak much, she felt too tired. She wanted to crash hard and escape into her dreams, for just a little while.
But Saxon kept driving.
“Don’t worry.” His low, growling voice made her jump after that long silence. “We’re almost there. Soon, you’ll be safe. My cabin’s just a few minutes away.”
Her hands curled in her lap as he took them down what was not a road, not really, more like some partially worn path. She glanced back and realized that the path was pretty much invisible from the main road. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d drive right past it.
And that probably makes this place a perfect hiding spot.
A few moments later, they were in front of the promised cabin. The place was small, wooden, and totally surrounded by the swamp.
“You know…” Her throat had gone dry. “I’ve read stories about the giant snakes that live near this area. People have been letting their pet pythons and anacondas out here in the Everglades, just dumping them, and the snakes are getting huge and even attacking the gators.”
He didn’t say anything. She tore her gaze away from the cabin to see that he’d turned toward her, his brows raised in surprise.
“What?” Elizabeth demanded. “I’m serious.” Dead serious. “You should read the news stories.” She shuddered. “I can’t handle snakes.” Especially snakes big enough to attack an alligator.
He leaned forward, and his knuckles slid under her chin. “Sweetheart, you have men trying to kill you. Don’t you think you should be more worried about them? And not the snakes that might be out here?”
Something…happened to her when Saxon touched her. Her heart beat too fast. Her skin seemed to overheat, and her whole body just became far too sensitive. “I’m worried about the men…and the snakes.” She had enough fear for both of them.
He smiled. It was a rather stunning sight because he had a truly gorgeous smile. One that transformed his face from rough and dangerous to drop-dead gorgeous. “How about I promise to protect you from the snakes?”
The way he was already protecting her from the men who were after her? Twice now he’d saved her life. How was she supposed to repay him? “You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”