stuffed! She wasn't
going anywhere without Jason.
“No!”
“What?”
“I said, no.”
Aviva watched as Jason's head dropped forward at her monosyllabic response.
Well, he only had himself to blame, she thought. She’d learned this way of
answering from a master...him.
He immediately
recognized himself in her reply, but he didn't have the time or the privacy to
deal with it. She still clutched him tightly one hand, and her body was still
pressed so tightly against him he could feel that she’d begun to tremble again.
He also knew that if he wanted her to do as he asked without bodily picking her
up and placing her in Jake's arms, he would have to say something to allay her
fears. Jason didn't like this newfound lack of trust she was exhibiting but to
expedite the situation, he decided on the truth. After all, he had nothing to
hide.
“This is the plan
we agreed on before I came to get you. You get dropped off here, where it's
safe and I drive the bike through the front entrance of the garage, alone. If
someone's watching us, they'll be none the wiser that you're here.”
“Well, why didn’t
you say so from the beginning?!” Aviva said, releasing her death grip on
Jason's waist, shifting backwards in her seat until she was in a position to
gingerly swing her leg over the side of the bike to gain her footing.
Not wanting any
more delays in getting her to safety, Jason decided to agree with anything she
said. “I know, Angel, you're right. I should have just told you in the first
place.”
“You got that
right. That would have saved us from having this inane conversation,” Jake
muttered under his breath.
Reaching out for
her, Jake was shocked when she pulled violently away from his touch. “I didn't
mean to offend you with my words. I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you I'm glad
you're back.”
“You didn't,
offend me that is. Just, please don't touch me.”
“Okay, whatever
you want. This way, please.” Hurt reflected in his eyes by her words, Jake held
out his hand, indicating the open door. With a nod of her head, Aviva gave
Jason one last glance before she disappeared inside with Jake following behind.
Jason wasted no
time turning the motorcycle and heading back towards the road. He wasn't
interested in who, if anyone, was watching him. Aviva was safely inside the
hotel and all that was left for him to do was to follow through with their ruse
and get back to her. He had questions that needed answers. Then he had business
to conduct.
Chapter 3
Aviva insisted on waiting for Jason’s arrival in the garage, so they
all made their way back to the suite together. Jason opened the door, Aviva
passed through and all three brothers followed her into the room. Looking
around at her surroundings, she saw the type of expensive décor she had started
associating with these men of wealth.
It was a beautiful, high-ceilinged room, wallpapered in a soft grey-blue
hue with white, clean moldings. The large curtained windows nearly took up a
whole wall. Large sofas sat on either side of the space in a deeper shade of
the color that adorned the walls. Gold framed mirrors and paintings of the
English countryside hung on the walls, adding to the room’s opulence. The surprising
color for Aviva was the accent color. The lampshades and a few scattered
cushions were a dusky pink, and it worked beautifully.
Jake was the first to break the silence, knowing the couple had much
to discuss, and while he was curious as to what had happened to her, he knew
they needed to be alone, to begin the healing process. He couldn't begin to
understand what she had been through as they had worked ceaselessly to locate
her. He was sure, no matter his imaginings, the reality was ten times worse.
Looking over at his younger brother, he inclined his head towards the
door, indicating that they should leave, and give the couple time alone.
Without hesitation, Josh reached for the door handle to lead the way out.
“We're going to leave you