“I think you killed me,” Derrick said. “I can’t move.”
“Ditto.”
***
“Promise me you’ll be careful,” Jacey said as Derrick hugged her tight against his chest.
“I promise,” he told her. “You just promise me that you will do exactly as Tiny says. Because he’ll be reporting back to me and you know what happens to girls who misbehave.”
Her clit throbbed at his words.
“I will. I’ll miss you.” She and Tiny were about to sneak out of the house. It was close to 2 a.m. and pitch black outside. Connor was already at the safe house Hunter had arranged at short notice.
Tomorrow evening Derrick had an invitation to a charity function that he was going to pretend to attend with Cady at his side, pretending to be Jacey.
“Hopefully by this time tomorrow this nightmare will be over,” she whispered.
“I love you, baby,” he told her.
“I love you too.”
He took her mouth with his, a scorching, all-encompassing kiss that had her gasping for breath when he released her.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
“Jacey. Time,” Tiny said through the door. There were no lights on as they didn’t want to alert Evan to what they were doing. But Derrick managed to guide her over to the door without either of them tripping.
“Look after my girl, Tiny,” Derrick said as he gave her one last hug.
“I will.”
***
Jacey lay on the lumpy bed in the safe house, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand.
3:37 a.m.
Their exit from the house and trip to the safe house had gone smoothly. When they’d arrived, Tiny had shown her to her room. She’d promptly collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.
She should sleep. She needed to sleep. But there was no way it was coming to her while she knew Derrick was still in danger.
She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text.
All good. Luv u.
Less than a minute later, her phone buzzed.
Luv u 2. Get some sleep!
Bossy bastard. But a grin was on her face as she closed her eyes and did her best to let sleep take over.
***
8.35 p.m.
Jacey paced across the living room floor. Derrick had left the house by now, heading toward the charity function that started at nine.
“You’re distracting me with all your pacing,” Connor complained. “I’m tracking them now, everything is fine.”