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.Not my best idea.Packed and went out the back door, called my agent and my lawyer.Not my best idea either.Called my sister.About the worst idea so far.And the story now is that I almost killed a girl during a wild drug orgy.Nicky will never speak to me again and last I heard the girl’s family want to sue for medical costs.”He went silent again, this time she sensed for good.His arm was still draped over her side and she folded her hand over his.“It’s not your fault,” she said softly.“I should’ve kept with the rules.They might’ve just left, she might’ve ODed elsewhere.I don’t know.But I was responsible for the people there.I should have insisted.I should have checked the bathroom sooner.I should’ve stayed with her while the ambulance came.I panicked.I was a dick.”“Sawyer—”“It’s not just that.It’s that every time something happens, I know better, and I do it anyway, and someone else gets screwed over.I didn’t look after Nicky like I should’ve either.I went out my first night here, when I was supposed to be hiding, and was seen.Then I went in to town, when I promised Val I wouldn’t.Now your face and place of employment is plastered everywhere.”“Except I don’t care.My boss Gina understands, I’m not going to lose my job.My aunts can fuck right off if they don’t like it.” She squeezed his hand.“Does this mean you’re leaving, though?”Nothing.Not a word from him.Her body went cold at the thought and then she mentally kicked herself.Of course he was leaving.He didn’t live here, didn’t belong here.Look at the lack of security around the house, it had to be far less than he was used to.Than he needed.More bloggers and reporters would show up, they’d find him.They’d only need to follow her around a bit and end up here, wouldn’t they?He had no reason to stay.“I don’t want to,” he said at last, his voice filled with doubt.Bryar chewed at her bottom lip and glared at the window, as if the sun was offending her.“It’s okay.I get it.”“I mean it.” This time he kissed her neck and her body stirred despite the fact that she was irritated.“I don’t want to.But if this keeps up much longer, you’re going to care, Bryar.You won’t be able to leave the house.People will harass you at work, at your door.They’ll call.I have fans and they don’t take too well to the women I’m involved with.They’ll threaten you.”“I can probably beat them up,” she said stubbornly.His kissed her neck again and her eyes closed, his mouth soothing back her annoyance and stoking her arousal.He grew hard behind her, his erection pressing into her ass, and she shifted to rub him.Already she was growing wet, her body craving his, to feel him sliding in and out of her again.“Where would you go, if you left?” she asked.“Mmm, I don’t know.Where would you go, if you were me?”“Hmm.I always thought I’d go to some country that was like party central.But maybe Europe.Paris.Definitely a city, something completely different from Midsummer.”“Paris is nice.” He was mouthing her throat fully, his tongue sweeping over her sensitive skin, and his hand draped over her moved to her belly, sliding under her T-shirt and across her ribs.“We should go some time.”Now she knew she was crazy—running off to Paris with Sawyer.She didn’t need to be a fangirl to know the ridiculousness of it but she didn’t call him on it, just let herself go completely and enjoy his touch.He gripped her breast, rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped.Someone knocked on the bedroom door.Sawyer cursed.Bryar squeezed her eyes tight and turned, flopping flat on her stomach and burying her face in the pillow.“What?” he called with a sigh.“We’ve got guests at the gate,” a woman called—Valerie, his sister, Bryar presumed.“Uninvited, I take it.”“Mmmhmm.Gonna be fun getting the car out later.I think a few people brought tents.”“Shit.”“They probably followed me,” Bryar mumbled against the pillow.“Do we pack?” Val asked.Sawyer was silent for a moment.“No, we call the realtor and find out where the property line is exactly, and start arresting people who cross it.”Valerie said nothing but Bryar could sense her there, likely chewing on whatever she wanted to say.Clearly she did not like this plan.“We should get a hotel, Sean.Something with proper security.”“I like the beach house.Let me look into private security first.”Bryar stirred enough to lift her head and look at him.He lay flat on his back, starring up at the ceiling, brows pulled down in thought over his lovely pale gray eyes.“I know someone,” she offered.“My boss’s husband’s friend.Which sounds kind of backward hick-ish but if Brennen says this guy is good and reliable, he probably is [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]