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Mine to Have

Mine to Have (Mine #5)(15)
Author: Cynthia Eden

She pressed her lips together.  Embarrassed now, her gaze slid away from his.

Saxon laughed. It was a kind of rusty sound. “Thought you might have seen a snake. You know…the anaconda kind.”

Elizabeth’s stare jumped right back to his face. Oh, jeez, that smile of his was back in place. The smile that said, Hi, I’m uber sexy. Don’t you think so?

He shrugged. “I know the cabin isn’t much, but it’s a safe place.  I’ll make contact with Victor soon, and we’ll see what the next step is for you.”

She turned around and looked at the cabin. The place was small, but absolutely immaculate. There was a big, dark rug on the floor.  Gleaming, wooden chairs. A table. A bed—one obviously designed to hold a single person, but it had nice, comfy looking pillows on top of it. And there was a bathroom. How much more did she really need?  “It’s perfect.” Snakes and all.

“Good. You rest here. Try to get some sleep.”

The floor creaked. She looked back and saw that he’d moved toward the doorway. Uh, oh. “Saxon?”

“I’ll check in with Victor and be back before you can even miss me.”

Doubtful. “Saxon—”

“And I’m sorry about Wesley Locke. Never in a million years would I have wanted you to watch him die.”

Her breath caught.

And he—was gone. He’d just shut the door. Locked it, and by the time she got the door unlocked and open, he was already back in the truck. ”Saxon!” He was really just dumping her there? After that kiss? After that whole wanting-her-more-than-breath thing?

Leaving?

Her jaw dropped.

His tail-lights vanished.

Yes, he’d dumped her.

The chirps grew even louder. Elizabeth hurriedly shut the door.

So much for needing her more than breath.  That guy really needed to work on his seduction technique. ‘Cause abandoning a girl in the middle of snake central? So not sexy. So not.

I’m sorry about Wesley Locke.

“I’m sorry, too,” she whispered.  She wrapped her arms around her stomach and wondered just what the hell she was supposed to do now.

***

Since he knew this particular area so well, Saxon knew the exact spot where he’d start getting cell service again. He’d been working the undercover assignment in Miami for the last few months, and he’d been escaping to his cabin whenever he could.

On the days when I have to escape so I can try to remember who the hell I really am.

He yanked out his burner phone, and he called Victor. The phone rang, and he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. The damn truck actually smelled like Elizabeth now. She didn’t just smell like honey, she tasted like that sweetness. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said that he could just eat her up and—

“Agent Monroe,” Victor snapped.

Victor was always snapping. The guy needed to learn how to relax the hell up.  Maybe once Saxon was out of the business, he’d help his friend. “She’s in a safe spot.”  

Silence. “You’re on a burner.”

Obviously. What might not be so obvious to Vic… “I’m not liking this whole setup, Vic. I mean, we were found at the motel.  And now both Taggert and Locke are dead?  By the same killer’s hand?”

“We don’t know yet if it was the same—”

“Aw, man, it’s me. Don’t feed me that line of crap. You and I both know we have to be looking at the same killer. What I don’t understand is…why? Why is someone so determined to get Elizabeth?”

When he thought of Taggert, fury pumped through him.  He’d lost months of his life so that bastard could be brought in and turned against his clients.  Taggert was supposed to be pressured into rolling on all the people who’d hired him over the years. This case should have resulted in a massive takedown.

And now—now he had no clue what was happening.

When Victor didn’t respond, Saxon said, “You need to get an APB out on Tommy Haines, Flint Mayo, and Romeo Gustav.  I want those bastards out of the game and locked in a cell, understand?” Maybe those goons could tell them who’d originally hired—then killed—their boss.  Victor thought of just how close those men had come to getting Elizabeth. “I can’t promise you I’ll let those bastards live if they come after her again.”

Silence.  Victor would know that Saxon wasn’t bullshitting.  His days of playing by the FBI’s rules were over.

“I’ll find them,” Victor promised. “Hell, once they get word that their boss is dead, you know they’ll panic, anyway. No doubt they’ll cut and try to run from the city, but my team will stop them.”

“You’d better.” Or he’d be stopping them.

“Where are you now?” Victor demanded.

Saxon hesitated. Normally, he told Victor everything. The guy was closer to him than any brother could ever be. After the shit they’d survived together, they’d formed a bond that Saxon had never expected. Only…

Elizabeth’s life is on the line. “I’ve got her someplace safe.” Like he’d said before.

“Saxon?” There was surprise in Victor’s voice. But Victor shouldn’t be surprised. Saxon was using a burner phone for a reason.

I’m not sure who I can trust.  Because maybe someone had tipped Taggert off about Jenny’s true identity. And maybe that same someone had led Taggert’s men to the motel. “Did your team know that I had Elizabeth at the motel?”

“Well, yes, but—”

That was all he needed to hear.

Victor’s long sigh carried over the phone. “I get it.  You still think someone from my team could be selling us out?”

Because, yeah, after Jenny’s death, Saxon had brought up this suspicion to Victor. By nature, he was just a suspicious bastard.

Victor’s voice dropped to a low, lethal whisper. “I told you, I checked everyone—”

“And I told you…I don’t trust one hundred percent—not anyone but you.”  Because he knew that money could buy nearly anyone’s loyalty.

“You won’t tell me where Elizabeth is,” Victor fired back. “So how the f**k do you trust me? You know I would never turn on you. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

Right. Shit. This was Vic. His family.“I’ll tell you, but you don’t tell anyone else. Not even Gary and Tracy.”

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