“Tell you what, you go retrieve her and keep her contained.”
“I’m not a kidnapper.”
The dumbass said the word “kidnapper” like it was beneath him. He was a hired hitman. These idiots.
“Unless you want me to make sure that everyone in your line of business knows you didn’t get your mark…”
He let the implication simmer. Men like this Jackson bastard were only successful because of their reputation. One little slip-up didn’t just hurt the business. It could ultimately lead to his death.
“Fine. I’ll get her at her house.”
“Good. I’ll be there by morning. Let me know where you’re keeping her before I land.”
He hung up without another word. He had no reason to tell that man that failing would end up in his death. Jackson had signed his own death warrant the moment he missed killing Eden.
Rising from his bed, he started to make plans. He had one more loose end to cut off before he headed to Hawai’i.
Eight
“The rustle of sheets forced Kap to open his eyes. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in three years. It took his brain a second to catch up to where he was, why he felt so good, and the fact that Eden was slipping out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
She smiled at him over her shoulder. Her hair was a bit of a mess from his hands and had been left damp. Even in the dark, he could see the scar on her shoulder. The bullet wound he hadn’t known about when she had come to see him. Even thinking about someone shooting her made him want to strangle the person who did it.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
He sat up. “We need to talk more.”
Her smile faded and she nodded. “Come on. I’ll show you everything we have.”
“Everything?”
“Yes.”
She slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. After Kap pulled on his cargo pants, he followed her into the bathroom.
“God, my hair,” she said with a sigh. “This is why I have to blow-dry it out. Hawai’i doesn’t like my hair.”
He watched as she tried to tame it. It was a mass of curls he had never known she had. It was sexy and, even as she tried to comb it out, the curls suited her. It also revealed more about her personality to him.
“You’re a control freak.”
She glanced at him. “I just like things a certain way.”
He snorted as he crossed his arms over his chest. Kap wasn’t ashamed to admit he liked the way she seemed momentarily distracted by the movement.
“That’s the textbook definition of a control freak.”
Those clear blue eyes narrowed as she studied him. “Excuse me?”
He chuckled. “You wouldn’t use that tone with me if you knew what it did to me.”
There was a long pause.
“What does it do to you?”
Her voice had dipped lower, and she licked her bottom lip. Of course, his unruly dick hardened. It had always been like this with her. There had been a few women since they had dated, but they had never captured him like she had. The memory of every moment had been imprinted on his soul, and he couldn’t seem to move on.
