Her body was so ready a hell yes slammed through it. But her mind ... her sense of self-preservation ... woke up. Small breaths panted from her lungs as she unclenched her fingers, releasing his hair. She didn’t know the man. He may be sexy, but was also deadly as hell. He probably didn’t give a warning twice. Her breasts ached as she rolled over, pressing her butt into him. His low groan gave her a petty sense of satisfaction.
No way in hell could she sleep.
Sarah awoke to a raven complaining loud and high-pitched outside. She rolled over, and reality came crashing home. The tower was empty, her clothes still hanging on the hook. Darting her gaze toward the door, she hustled out of the blankets and yanked her somewhat dry clothes on.
She finger-combed her hair, wishing for pretty curls that looked wildly sexy after sleep. But nope—stick-straight hair—no curls. She assumed she looked like a disaster.
Spotting Max’s phone on the table, she reached for it, placing both hands over the cold metal. Nothing. She frowned, trying harder. No images, no thoughts. Nothing came to her. Yet he’d held the device the previous night.
Max stomped inside, wiping dew off his forehead. “You’re pretty in the morning, Sarah.”
Warmth. So much flushed through her she fought back a cough. “You’re a blind man.”
He surveyed her. “May I have my phone?”
“Yes.” She held it out, her gaze meeting his. “I can’t get anything from it.”
“I’m sure.” He accepted the phone, tucking it in his pocket. “Maybe I have gifts, too.”
An odd indecision crossed his face. He took a step forward and grasped her arms, leaning down to brush her lips with his. “Good morning.”
Morning kisses were meant to be light, welcoming. Sweet. This one was more of a promise—a claim.
“Um, good morning.” Sarah dug into her pockets to keep from grabbing and throwing him to the cot. Her body hummed, wanting to continue what they’d started the previous night.
His nostrils flared, and he stepped back.
“Why can’t I get an image from your phone? I know you held it.” Intrigue and an odd fear held her breath in her throat.
He shrugged. “I can’t discuss why. Sometimes you just have to accept the facts without an explanation.” His jaw was stubborn. Sexy ... but stubborn.
“We’ll see.” Nobody had ever been able to shield from her before. Who the hell was Max?
He nodded. “We should get going.”
“Yeah, about that.” She’d had enough of the alpha male protector moments. She was a big girl and knew how to run. No need to return to Seattle—the few friends she’d had were teachers at the school, and sadly, they’d pretty much given up on her. With her stupid gift, she rarely made friends, not wanting to know their secrets. Starting over alone would be no big deal.
But what if she couldn’t teach? Even if found unjustified, her psychiatric record might prevent her from teaching again. She shoved the horrible thought down. “Where are you going and why should I go, too?”
He captured her gaze, his focus suddenly and completely on her. “Good question. I’m taking you to meet with friends of mine in the U.S. Marshals service. They can give you a new identity and life. One where you don’t have to hide.”
Surprise jerked her head back. “The government knows about the Kurjans?”
“Ah, well, a few key members in the Marshals service know—and they’re willing to help you, in exchange for your silence.” He waited ... patiently, intently.
No one had ever focused so completely on her before. There was no escaping or hiding from him. She sighed. “I think the world should know about the Kurjans.”
“Yeah. I figured that out from the website and blog you started the second you escaped from Brancrest.” He rubbed his chin. “Both have been taken down.”
The statement didn’t surprise her. “Did you take them down?”
“No. I think my friend, Conn, took them down. You’ll meet him in a few minutes.”
Great. She couldn’t wait to meet good old Conn. The guy was probably one of those trendy computer nerds who could take over the entire internet if he wanted. Sarah had more immediate worries than her website. “What if I refuse to go with you?” Unease replaced interest in her stomach. How far would the government go to keep the secret? How far would Max go?
Regret firmed his jaw. “You’re finished talking publicly about the Kurjans, Sarah.” He held up a hand when she gasped. “I’m sorry. But you should understand.”
“They’d kill me? You’d kill me?”
“Of course not.” His frown reminded her of the storm the previous night—dark and dangerous.
“Sorry.” Geez. Her imagination was running crazy.
“But I would put you somewhere you couldn’t talk about the Kurjans. Whether your government liked it or not.”
Embarrassment turned to irritation. “Excuse me?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Bottom line is you choose your new life. Freedom or limited freedom—either way you stop blogging and searching for proof the Kurjans exist.” No apology, no leeway existed in his firm words.
“Wait a minute. What did you mean—my government?” Her mind spun. He wasn’t from her government? “God. Are we working with the Russians?”
He chuckled, grabbing her arm and heading toward the door. “Woman, you jump to the oddest conclusions. We’re leaving. Now.”
She tripped on the way out, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Where is the Marshals service?”
“Portland.” He paused at the stairs, reaching to place one of her hands on the rail. “Don’t fall.”
“You have got to stop manhandling me.” The view stopped her. Miles and miles of pine trees spread out, alone and majestic. Beautiful. A helicopter waited in a clearing toward the base of the tower.
“Sorry.” He tugged her down the steps and along a rough trail. “I hope you like to fly.”
“Hate it.” She had since the first time her brother told her how many people died in fiery plane crashes. Didn’t help she was only eight and on the way to Disneyland. Andrew had been fifteen, and mean even then.
“Bummer.” Max opened the back door of a massive black beast and lifted her inside. She scooted out of the way for him to jump inside. Two men turned to view her. She fought a gasp. They were huge. They were all freakin’ huge.
Max let out a growl. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The pilot shot him a grin. “Nice to see you, too.”
“Damn it. I left you in charge of Janie.” Max yanked the door shut so hard the craft rocked.
The pilot shrugged. “I figure her father and Dage can handle her safety ... along with Kane and about thirty other soldiers. Why are you so cranky?”
Did the hulk just use the word “cranky”? Sarah bit her lip.
Max shook his head. “Sarah, meet Conn.” He nodded to the co-pilot. “This is his brother, Jase.”
“Ma’am,” the men said at the same time.
“Hi.” Sarah settled back into the seat. Who were these guys? Hard, fit, huge ... ultimate soldiers?
She studied them through half-closed eyes. They had similar bone structure. Both had brown hair with dark eyes. Too dark and not quite believable as real. Contacts?
In fact, their eyes were the same shade as Max’s. Except his had been lighter last night. Had he worn contacts during the day? She wondered if all soldiers on a mission hid their true eye color, and if they were soldiers, who did they work for?
Conn frowned, his gaze raking her. “She’s enhanced.”
Sarah shrunk back. “How do you know that?” Things had just gotten too weird. She eyed the door on her side of the craft.