Page 16 of Securing His Heart

If he went inside, he’d more than likely forget about Wilt. The footage exposing the planned crime against her. As well as his vow to keep his hands off her. The second he crossed the threshold he’d slam the door and have her back against it while he lost himself in a shared kiss.

“Umm, no probably not a good idea. We should—ahh—get going.”

“You’re right, probably not a good one at all. Let me go grab my purse. Well, my almost empty one seeing as everything I normally have in it was taken last night. But I can’t carry my passport in my hand for everyone to see.”

Did she sound breathless?

Quickly he glanced down and saw the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the hint of her breasts teasing him, tempting him to forget his intentions and follow through with his fantasy.

He opened his mouth to tell her how much he wanted her, but he snapped it shut. Man, did he have to get his hormones under control. Again, he had to remind himself he was forty-two-year-old man. A man who had done things a woman like Lindy, now that he knew the type of family she came from, wouldn’t want to have anything to do with.

She must’ve worked out he wasn’t going to say anything more, because she turned and grabbed her purse off the hall table.

He caught a brief glimpse of an expansive foyer before she was facing him again and he zeroed in on the way her fingers clutched her purse tightly.

Overcome with the desire to comfort her, Chris closed the distance and pulled her in for a hug. The musky scent that teased him last night swirled around them and he closed his eyes resting his cheek against her the top of her hair. “It’s okay. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As a Delta, giving promises to people wasn’t something he’d ever done while on missions—too many risks and chances for things to go FUBAR making broken promises a foregone conclusion. However, this time, he’d do everything in his power to make sure he kept this particular one.

She pulled back. “It’s impossible to make declarations like that, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Stunned for a moment he arms dropped to his side.

Had someone close to her broken the promises they’d made to her?

It was possible. For some people not keeping their word was as much a part of their DNA as breathing.

Laboring the point wouldn’t achieve anything, so he followed her to where Wilt waited for them. Chris rushed ahead so he could open the passenger door for her.

“Oh, I can sit in the back, it’s fine.”

“Not having it.” His voice gruff and he met her gaze, holding it until she worked out he wasn’t going to change his mind.

With a huff Lindy got in the car. Once she’d secured her seatbelt safely, Chris closed the door and climbed into the seat directly behind her—deliberately ignoring the look Wilt sent him in the rearview mirror.

No doubt when Wilt got an opportunity, he’d grill Chris to find out what the hell was up with him.

Problem was, he didn’t have any answers because when it came to Lindy, he was trawling through waters he’d never ventured into before.

Lindy’s nerves were tighter than Mick Jagger’s pants, as Wilt drove them toward the office Chris wanted her to go to.

He’d introduced himself the second she got in the car and she hadn’t missed the silent communication between him and the gruff, former Delta Force soldier in the backseat.

She’d have much preferred it if she was sitting in the back. Chris was sitting directly behind her, watching her every move, and it both thrilled and freaked her out.

When she’d opened the door to him, she’d been struck again by how handsome he was. The sun was behind him, highlighting strands of his dark hair. The shirt he wore fit him like a glove and she’d had to grip her hands together to stop herself from reaching out and laying her hand over his hard chest.

Of course, he’d then had to pull her into a hug and whisper comforting words to her.

She’d practically melted into a puddle on her front porch. How Lindy managed to walk to the car surprised the hell out of her, but she’d done it and now here they were, pulling into a building opposite a park and facing the Swan River.

Whoever’s office they were going to had to be doing well for themselves. The rent in this part of Perth, particularly with a river view, wasn’t cheap.

Wilt pulled into the undercover parking and killed the engine.

“Ready?” Chris’s smooth baritone echoed around the now silent car.

“Sure. Nothing like going to a meeting not knowing what’s going on. Only that something serious is.”