Lib Novel Page 52
“You like me miserable?”
He shook his head. “No. Human. Touchable.”
He leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers.
She sighed and leaned closer to deepen the kiss. He did, slipping his tongue between her lips. When he pulled back, she slowly opened her eyes.
“I love you, Jaime.”
She heard a noise behind Sean. He turned and Randy was standing there. Sean gave her one last squeeze before he walked to Randy. Without hesitation, he cupped Randy’s face the same way, then kissed him.
When he pulled back, he said, “I love you, too, Randy. But now, we have to get rid of this bastard so we can get on with our lives. We have a lot to work out, things that need to be discusses, but we can’t with this hanging over our heads. I need your help.” He looked back at Jaime. “Both of you. It could be all done in just a few days, and then we can talk about where we go from here.”
Randy glanced back at her. “Jaime?”
She wanted to say no, but she knew no matter what she said, Sean would go ahead with his plan. There was no way to make him change his mind. If Randy and she were there, they could at least keep him safe.
She nodded and walked to them. She kissed first Sean then Randy.
“But, after this, I get a real vacation.”
“I didn’t expect Jaime to freak out like that,” Emma said once they were alone. She had asked to talk to him privately, and Sean had learned to pay attention when she requested something. She didn’t do it that often.
“Why do you say that?”
“You talk about her like she’s some kind of tough woman.”
“She is.”
“It’s only logical that you are the bait. Letov feels that you are the reason his son is dead.”
“He is dead because of me.”
“One could argue that it is his fault. That you ended up killing his son because he was hell bent on revenge. “
“I guess you could.”
“Maybe he feels guilty, and he’s acting out going after you because he knows at the heart of it, that he had his son killed.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in analysis.”
“I don’t. I think it is as plausible as voodoo, but other people do.” She shrugged. “I thought it would make you feel better.”
He smiled, then it faded. He studied her for a long moment. She’d been spending too much time indoors and her insomnia was back. “What’s up? You’re not sleeping.”
She sighed and walked to the window. “I’m having the dreams again.”
He couldn’t imagine surviving what she did at the age of fifteen. Saying she lost her parents in a Tsunami just didn’t cover what she had been through. “You should talk to someone about them.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m talking about it to you.”
“I know you don’t believe in therapy.”
“Doesn’t work.”
It was his turn to sigh. “You could get some sleeping pills.”
She shook her head. “I’ve tried them before. The nightmare just continues.”