Running Scared

“Someone blew up my house?”

He nodded. “I’d say it’s pretty well destroyed. Whoever set the explosives did a good job. These people are playing very, very rough.” He let out a long slow breath. “Even this house may not be safe enough for you if they get any idea you came to me.”

“Zak—”

“It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. But before I do anything else, I need to wash off this junk. Then we’ll talk.” He reached out to touch her, then drew his hand back. “Everything’s gone. I am so sorry.”

“Gone?” She took in a steadying breath. This was no time to fall apart any more than she already had. She swallowed and clenched her fists. “It’s nothing that can’t be replaced. Even the laptop, as you pointed out. At least you’re alive. Go take your shower while I make some fresh coffee.” She tried on a weak smile. “I think I still remember where things are.”

“Coffee sounds terrific. I don’t think we’ll be getting sleep any time soon.”

Without warning, his head lowered and his lips lightly brushed against hers. She was totally unprepared for the spike of electricity that jolted her system.

From the look in his eyes, so was Zak. He stared at her, heat in his eyes, then backed away and walked upstairs to the master suite.