Deadly Promises Part 4

Jeremy turned to her as she emerged from the garage. "I already moved your statue base to my garage. Got a friend who owns a body shop. He'll fix the crack in the fibergla.s.s."

She did not want to owe him any more favors. Not if it meant treating him so poorly every time her brother showed up. "That's nice of you to offer, but-"

"I'm leaving Tuesday morning on a business project that'll take a while, but I'll have the base returned to you before the end of the week." Jeremy nodded at Vinny with, "Nice meeting you," then walked to his house.

Not a swish in that b.u.t.t.

"He didn't get fresh, did he?" Vinny stared hard at the house next door.

"Him?" CeCe forced a laugh. "He comes up with fresh ideas ideas, like the other day when he helped me arrange my new flower bed." Jeremy hadn't even known the flowers were pansies or had a clue about planting them. But he'd smiled the whole time like he enjoyed himself.

Where was Jeremy going Tuesday morning? And for how long? A "business project" sounded like one of those long trips the landlady had mentioned.

"I dunno," Vinny muttered, unconvinced. Just as she'd figured, he started doubting if Jeremy was gay the minute he met him.

"You're the one who told me he'd be a good neighbor," she reminded her brother.

"He don't look too swishy to me."

"How would you know? You've never been around gay men."

"You got that right."

"Well, the ones I know from Jeremy's gym are all buff and very nice. Professionals who treat me with great respect..."

"Okay, fine, whatever. I don't need a lecture on being PC." He finally turned his attention back to her. "I got to leave tomorrow morning early for a meeting in D.C., but I'll be back tomorrow night."

She had to bite her lip to keep from cheering. One night, and a day, without a Doberman chaperone. Taking a breath to calm her excitement, CeCe said, "Sounds important."

"Family business."

She tried not to frown and hoped "family business" wasn't something not quite kosher going on. But she really didn't want to know what.

"You be okay tomorrow?" he asked.

Her heart thudded in her chest. "Sure," she said as calmly as she could to keep from piquing his interest. She'd have tonight with Jeremy. She'd be more than okay.

Vinny sent another sharp look at Jeremy's house but must have decided he posed no immediate threat to her.

She smiled. He had no idea the threat she posed for Jeremy the minute Vinny drove away. But that gave her just one night if Jeremy was going somewhere this week. Crud.

"Let's go get some dinner, sis."

What? CeCe let out a strained breath. Her libido was screaming, but if she pa.s.sed on dinner without a good excuse he'd get suspicious. "I'd love to. Let me grab some shoes and I'll be right out." CeCe let out a strained breath. Her libido was screaming, but if she pa.s.sed on dinner without a good excuse he'd get suspicious. "I'd love to. Let me grab some shoes and I'll be right out."

She ran into her house, digging around for a phone book. What if Jeremy's number wasn't listed? Her cell phone rang. When she answered, it was Jeremy.

"Where'd you get my cell phone number?" she asked.

"You wrote the flower order I picked up for you last week on a business card with your number."

She slapped her head. What a dunce. "I'm sorry, but I can't make dinner. My brother asked me to eat with him to discuss something." Liar, liar, life on fire. Would Jeremy ask her to come over later for a nightcap? That's what always happened in the movies.

The silence that followed squeezed her heart.

"That's fine." Jeremy didn't sound like it was fine. "I'll make sure Blade gets your fibergla.s.s base back by the end of the week. Bye."

"Bye." The phone clicked in her ear.

She couldn't believe she'd blown her chance.

SAM THE M MAN s.h.i.+vered in spite of the muggy air still heating Atlanta at midnight. Every move he made hurt. Busted skin under his puffy eyes and cuts crisscrossing his chest still oozed blood. Threatening his b.a.l.l.s had forced his hand. s.h.i.+vered in spite of the muggy air still heating Atlanta at midnight. Every move he made hurt. Busted skin under his puffy eyes and cuts crisscrossing his chest still oozed blood. Threatening his b.a.l.l.s had forced his hand.

He wasn't a f.u.c.king CIA agent for crying out loud.

If he hadn't been double-crossed he'd have delivered the goods without even getting his shoes dirty. The fool that screwed him was dead for sure. Only person Starface had ever kept around for more than a year had been Dorvan and even he was dispensable if the bone crusher screwed up.

Sam didn't give two s.h.i.+ts about any of them. He hoped stalling just a little longer would give him one last shot at getting out of this alive. The FBI had to be in this area, searching for him. Had they scoured the area and given up, thinking he was gone for good?

"Where'd you put it?" Dorvan led the hike through Marietta Square where little stirred in the park area of the square just after midnight.

"Told you. In the G.o.dd.a.m.n statue." Sam squinted into the dark, peeking everywhere Dorvan's light stroked the terrain. But no hint of the FBI's presence registered with him. Come on guys, be here Come on guys, be here. He'd run out of options and finally agreed to show Starface exactly where he left the memory card before Dorvan got to try a new way to make him talk. Perspiration pebbled across his lip. Sam's new black s.h.i.+rt stuck to his skin where blood had soaked through and dried.

"Which statue?" Starface ground out the question, thick with threat.

Sam drew a painful breath. "Girl with a baby. Had a bunch of leaves around the base. Right over-" What the h.e.l.l? "It's gone," he whispered, not believing. A knife poked his ribs. He flinched at the new cut.

"Look, I swear it was here," Sam babbled. "Dorvan, tell him. You stopped me right after I dropped it. Tell him."

The thug s.h.i.+ned his beam over the area. "You know, I think he's right. There was a little statue right here." He s.h.i.+ned the light over the ground. Gra.s.s was still depressed from the base. "Yeah, there was another one here."

Starface stepped in front of Sam. "Better not be f.u.c.king with me. You stuck it in a statue that isn't here?"

"I swear. I wouldn't bring you out here just to p.i.s.s you off." Sweat rolled down Sam's face and dripped off his chin. A stream pooled along his bound hands. He swallowed, panting.

Starface appraised Sam for a moment, then nodded. "I believe you. Move out."

Sam's breath wheezed out in relief. He stumbled behind Starface who walked away from the square and down a side street then turned between two buildings.

"I'll get it back, make everything right, okay?" Sam offered. "Whatever it takes to make you happy, you got it."

"Really? Anything?" Starface stopped next to a Dumpster that smelled nasty where b.u.ms had p.i.s.sed beside it. The star-shaped birthmark on his cheek puffed when he smiled.

Sam took that as encouraging. "You got it. Just say the word." He grinned, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

"Dorvan. Make me happy."

Sam's mouth opened, but Dorvan's gloved paw clamped over his lips. A sharp pain seared his chest where Dorvan shoved the blade deep. Double pain when the blade jerked out. Sam crumpled, his head bouncing against the gravel and dirt, throat gurgling. He tried to breathe, scream. Nothing.

Starface snapped his fingers at Dorvan. "Find that statue. Get my memory card. We got forty-eight hours to deliver it."

Sam stared at the empty alley.

The memory card with d.a.m.ning photos and a video... now someone else's problem.

Tears ran from his eyes. His heartbeat slowed. Each harsh breath rattled in his chest. Starface watched him, clearly waiting to make sure dead men didn't talk.

Screw all these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Sam clenched against a racking pain and forced a smile at the a.s.shole just to worry him.

It worked.

Starface's confident smile lost shape.

Blood poured from Sam's mouth. He was drowning and couldn't say another word if it would save his life. He closed his eyes, prepared to wait for Starface at the gates of h.e.l.l.

Good f.u.c.king luck to whoever had that memory card now.

JEREMY TAPPED HIS fingers on his chest. Sleeping would be nice, maybe even possible if he could get that kiss with CeCe off his mind. fingers on his chest. Sleeping would be nice, maybe even possible if he could get that kiss with CeCe off his mind.

Was she sleeping? What was she wearing? Anything?

He covered his eyes with his hand, listening to the ceiling fan swoosh around in a steady rhythm. She'd changed her mind the minute her brother showed up. That said a lot, almost as much as the fact she'd been clearly unhappy when he introduced himself to her brother.

Then the excuse for bailing out of dinner.

He'd been brushed off before. It just hadn't cut quite so deeply the other times.

His cell phone vibrated against the nightstand surface. He stretched across the bed, noted the time on his alarm clock was after midnight, and answered the phone. "Sunn."

"Jeremy? Did I wake you?"

He knew that sweet voice, but CeCe sounded distressed. "No. What's up?"

"I heard a noise in the backyard and... I'm afraid."

"I'll be right there." He shoved the phone between his shoulder and ear on the way up and yanked on his jeans lying across the foot of the bed. "Don't open the door until you know it's me." He hung up and zipped his jeans then grabbed his Walther P99 from the nightstand, heading for the sliding door to his backyard.

Cool air trailed behind him when he stepped into the humidity so thick he could almost carry it. He made a quick scan around his backyard that was still as a crypt. He leaped over the fence separating their yards and walked around until he felt certain nothing alive was nearby.

Before reaching her patio door, he shoved his weapon between the waistband of his jeans and his back then tapped.

The curtain inside moved, then the door slid open.

He stepped into the dark kitchen and heard her back up a couple steps. He could just make out her pastel robecovered shape from a nightlight glowing in the hallway behind where she stood. "Are you okay?"

"Not really."

Jeremy moved forward then paused. "No one is out there."

"I'm still scared," she whispered. "Don't leave me alone."

The sound of her voice was enough to jack up his pulse, but he turned rock hard at the plea to stay with her. Good thing it was dark in here or she'd see how badly he wanted to take her up on that invitation.

He was worse than a dog.

She wanted comfort and he wanted her.

"Jeremy?" Her voice lowered a notch, husky. Just keep destroying his restraint with every word.

"Yes?"

"Would you hold me... for a while?" She took a step closer.

How was he going to do that and not touch every inch of her? His groin throbbed, heavy with desire.

But his conscience kept interfering. "How about if I promise to keep an eye on your house tonight?" In between cold showers In between cold showers.

"I'd really rather you stay here here... tonight."

He could smell her fresh shower and sweet feminine scent. His senses sharpened in the dark, every nerve ending begging to feel her. The fine hairs along his neck lifted, warning him of a threat far more dangerous than a felon with a weapon.

If he held her close right now, she'd know exactly what he had in mind. Back off while he still could.

"Not a good idea," he warned on a tired sigh.

"What isn't a good idea?" She stepped close enough that their toes should be touching. His eyes had adjusted to see her better. She wore a long silky robe, something pink that s.h.i.+mmered when she moved. Wavy hair fell loose around her shoulders. The tiny heart-shaped face turned up to his with naked longing. isn't a good idea?" She stepped close enough that their toes should be touching. His eyes had adjusted to see her better. She wore a long silky robe, something pink that s.h.i.+mmered when she moved. Wavy hair fell loose around her shoulders. The tiny heart-shaped face turned up to his with naked longing.

He wasn't even going to address her last question. "Go to bed, CeCe, before I do something we'll both regret. If you think I can stay here tonight and keep my hands off you, I'm telling you right now I'm not that d.a.m.n n.o.ble."

"Fair enough." She lifted her hands to the front of her robe and let the sheer material slide off her shoulders to pool at her feet. "I'm not that innocent."

He should be dead, because this was either heaven or h.e.l.l, depending on what happened next.

Three.

CeCe held her breath. Please don't leave Please don't leave. A dinner date would have been so much easier than this, but that kiss in the garage convinced her to take a gamble with Jeremy when Vinny destroyed her evening.

She believed Jeremy would understand once she explained her situation to him. Just not right this minute. Maybe once they had a chance to know each other she could tell him a little about her life. She hated lies and didn't want to sleep with a man she couldn't tell the truth to.

But he wasn't saying a word.

She'd die of mortification if he turned her down right now. She'd never tried to seduce a man and if she didn't get her hands on Jeremy tonight her window of opportunity would slam shut as soon as Vinny returned tomorrow night.