Chapter 18
Becka
I was making a fool of myself.I just knew it.I reached up to touch the side of my face.Was I drooling?Ifeltlike I was drooling.
But in my own defense, I could hardly help myself.
I was with my favorite author in the whole world, and he was so stupidly sexy. Ever since leaving my condo, he'd been surprisingly nice, too.And, he was giving me a look that suggested he didn't find me nearly as repulsive as I felt in my disheveled state.
I heard myself ask, "What are you thinking?"
His gaze – which had been amazingly warm – cooled several degrees as he replied, "I'm thinking you should go to your room, get some rest."
His words felt like a slap, although I couldn’t quite figure out why. And then it hit me.
Oh, my God.I'd been molesting him with my eyes, hadn't I?
But it wasn'tallmy fault. He'd been looking atme, too.
Hadn't he?
Now his gaze was so cold, I almost shivered.
So much for that theory.
As I watched, Jack pulled the keys from the ignition and handed them over. "You get the door," he said. "I'll get the rest. You have the code, right?"
Clutching the keys, I glanced toward the front door. "The alarm code? Yeah, I have it."
"Good," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Tomorrow?I wasn't quite following. "So, are you leaving or something?"
"No. But I've gotta make some calls."
"Oh. Well, that's good."
Was it?
I had no idea.
In reply, he gave the front door a pointed look as if to say,"Off you go."
If that wasn't a hint, I didn't know what was. So, with as much dignity as I could muster, I got out of the car and did what he suggested.
It really wasn't such a big deal. Or at least itshouldn'thave been a big deal. But for some reason, I felt unsettled and confused – even more so the very next morning when I received the strangest phone call from my sister.
Chapter 19
Becka
On the phone, Anna was saying, "I heard where you're going. Are you sure that's such a great idea?"
I sat up in bed and rubbed at my sleepy eyes. I'd just been awakened by the ringing of my cell phone – a call from an unknown number.
I wouldn't have answered at all if not for the faint hope of the caller being my sister.
But now that shehadcalled, I was having a hard time understanding what she was getting at. As I tried to gather my wits, I asked, "So, are you calling from Flynn's satellite phone?"
