Jo Leigh - One-Click Buy - September Harlequin Blaze

“So you think that was funny?” Michael had taken her place leaning against the doorjamb. His arms were crossed over his chest, which was too bad. He had a great chest.

“Yes. I think so. Although I do apologize for putting you in that dire circumstance.”

He nodded. Kept staring at her.

“Well? Comments? Suggestions?”

His wonderful lips curled up into a great smile. “A couple of comments. No suggestions.”

“Go ahead.”

“I completely understand not believing a word I said.”

“Thanks.”

“I thought about laying all my theories on the table, but now that seems irrelevant. This is clearly an act of faith.”

“That’s true.”

“I just want to state what I know about you. These aren’t opinions, by the way. They’re facts.”

“Uh-oh.”

His expression grew serious. “Don’t jump to conclusions.” He came to the bed and sat down next to her. When she looked into his eyes, he looked straight back. “I know you’ve got strengths that are invisible to you. I know that you haven’t been helped to see them by your father or your shrink. I know that Sara’s been a damn good friend and that you should listen to her more closely.

“I know that it feels insurmountable, this panic disorder of yours, but I’m damned impressed by how you’ve handled yourself since we’ve been here. By all rights, you should be comatose by now. A drooling mess. But you’re not, are you? You’ve made a very tough decision, and that’s not easy for the sanest people out there. You chose life, Tate, and given all the evidence, you shouldn’t have.”

She turned away from him as the tears threatened to fall. She’d never have guessed he’d use this opportunity to talk about her. To give her the single greatest pep talk of her life. She’d imagined him shoring up his alibi, redirecting her suspicions.

Maybe believing in him wasn’t the stupidest decision she’d ever made.

“There’s food here, and I know you haven’t had any all day.”

She sniffed, blinked, then turned to look at the plates. Each one had a sandwich, a few baby carrots and a bag of chips. Suddenly it looked better than a meal at Nobu.

She grabbed one of the plates and tore off the cellophane. Michael laughed and did the same with his plate. For the next ten minutes they did nothing but scarf. He got up once and went to the vanity, where there were two sodas. Even though neither was diet, she took hers eagerly.

The idyll didn’t last long.

Michael wiped his mouth with the small paper napkin and put his empty can on the clean plate. “That sucked and was great all at the same time.”

She took both plates back to the vanity. “That’s also true.” As she turned back to him, she was caught completely by surprise by an enormous belch. She felt her cheeks heat as she put her hand to her mouth.

Michael grinned as if he’d just seen Santa.

“I’m glad my humiliation pleases you so much.”

“Hey, tit for tat.”

“I suppose so,” she said. “It’s weird not being able to retreat.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“Not right now, but I did about twenty seconds ago.”

“You clearly never had a brother.”

She shook her head. “I had Lisa. Then Sara. That’s it.”

“That sounds pretty good to me.”

Tate had a rush of anticipation for what the night would hold as she walked back to the bed. She sat next to him and touched his thigh. “There’s no Sara in your life?”

“Nope. I had some good friends in the Army. But that’s over.”

“Are you sure your friends are over? Or are you just embarrassed?”

“I’m sure. They’re embarrassed, and that doesn’t tend to work with us military types. It’s easiest for everyone if I stay under the radar.”

“I hope you make more friends after this is over. Without Sara…”

“Hey,” he said. “Sara.”

“You can’t have her. She’s mine.”

“Oh.”

“Not that way. Jeez, are all men so predictable?”

“Yes.”

She smiled at him and he smiled back. She wasn’t going to waste any more time doubting her decision. After all, she’d chosen life.

“ED? JAZZ?” MICHAEL banged on the door a couple more times, then stepped back as he heard the lock click.

“What are you banging for?”

“I need to speak to Ed.”

“He’s busy.”

“I’m sure he is. But I need to speak to him.”

Jazz looked behind him, then sighed. “Wait.” He shut and locked the door.

Michael smiled at Tate as he waited, trying to make her see that this meeting was in her best interest, but she didn’t look persuaded. All he could do was tell her the truth.

The lock clicked once more and the door opened just a bit.

“Turn around and give me your wrists.”

Michael just wanted to talk to Ed, so he made no noises. It was logical that they’d given up on handcuffs with him, but damn, they could have used softer rope.

Jazz tied him up tighter than a turkey, then held his gun on him as he turned. “Don’t do anything funny.”

“I’m serious as a heart attack,” Michael said.

Ed Martini was sitting in his favorite chair. Charlie looked even worse than he had before, and it made Michael wonder if it was strictly withdrawal that had him so torn up.

“What do you want?” Martini asked.

“She needs clothes.”

Ed laughed. “I need more hair.”

“If you’re taking her to the bank, she needs to look like she’s there legitimately. She can’t do that in the clothes she has.”

Ed looked at Jazz, his smile fading, then back at Michael. “What kind of clothes?”

“She’ll make a list. With sizes and designers.”

“You knock again, hand the list to Jazz.”

“When?”

“Tonight. And don’t get any ideas about doing something while we’re docked. I’ve already decided that whenever this boat stops, you’re going to be inconvenienced. Or, if you don’t stay where I put you, dead.”

“Got it.”

“Do the list.”

Michael turned, then stopped. “I’m going to ask for a couple of things for myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to make her regret her feelings about me. So I need to look nice. Smell nice.”

“Fine.”

“We’d both appreciate some more to eat. And to drink.”

Ed sighed. “Want a fucking massage while we’re at it?”

Michael turned. “You need her. You need me. We’re not asking for anything outrageous.”

“Get the hell out of here,” Ed said, his cheeks red, his eyebrows lowered.

Jazz shoved him in the back with the barrel of his gun, then made him stand at the doorway to the cabin while he undid the ropes. A second shove, and the door clicked shut.

Michael rubbed his wrists as he moved toward Tate, who was standing at the porthole, staring out at the dark night.

“Can you see anything?”

“No, not really. But it beats staring at the wallpaper,” she said, “or the vanity or the dresser or the bathroom.”

He touched the small of her back. “I need you to make a list of clothes and whatever. Don’t skimp and be very specific. If you want a certain brand, ask for it. Clothes you’d wear on holiday, knowing you’d be going to your bank.”

She leaned back into his hand. “Makeup and hair, too?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re going to dock in Miami or the Keys, so the shopping won’t be an issue. Say what you need. He doesn’t care if he spends twenty grand of the ransom if it means he gets the big prize.”

She didn’t say anything, but when she turned, she kissed him. Not too long, not too deep. A hint of things to come.

FORTY MINUTES AFTER Jazz came for her very complete and somewhat embarrassing list, there was another knock. Michael sent her to the far side of the room before he opened the door. It was Jazz again, with a tray. Michael took it; Jazz locked up behind him.