“Like I’ve been run over by a train.”
“I need to leave,” she blurted. “My passport and money are still in Nice, and I can’t go home without them.”
Something inside him twisted at the thought of her leaving. “It’s too dangerous, Cara. You need to stay away from Gold.”
Her golden-green eyes sparked with temper. “Maybe you didn’t hear me, but I can’t leave Europe without my passport. What am I supposed to do, hide from Bobby forever? If I take some friends with me, he won’t bother me.”
Jack couldn’t help but laugh, though it hurt to do so. “Stay away from Nice, and stay away from Bobby.”
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. Did she realize, he wondered, that the towel inched up and revealed a hint of what lay beneath? His body turned to stone. He didn’t even care that it hurt.
“I’m not your property, Jack. You can’t tell me what to do.”
God but she exasperated him. Was she that obtuse or did she just delight in contradicting him? “I’m trying to protect you.”
If anything, that statement only made her angrier. “Protect me? My God, if you hadn’t come barreling in like the Lone Ranger, it’d all be over with and I’d be on my way home again. I don’t need your help, Jack. In fact, I’d be better off without it!”
Anger flashed through him. He’d taken a bloody beating for her, and she still insisted she’d have been fine. “Right. Because when Bobby’s boys needed a punching bag, they’d have just had to do without because you’re a woman.”
“God!” She shoved both hands through her hair, whipping it off her shoulders and then letting it fall again, a silken waterfall down her back. “They hit you because you hit them. I’ve never seen Bobby abuse any of the girls. He was angry with me and he slapped me. But that’s the extent of it. Or would have been if you hadn’t shown up.”
Jack reached for the watch he’d left on the bedside table—9:00 a.m. He was done arguing with her because it was pointless. She was determined to do her own thing—and maybe she was right.
Maybe Bobby’s anger would have faded a bit since he’d gotten the jackpot after all.
Some people were determined to keep flying into the fire, even when they knew they would get singed. Jack knew better, had always known better. And he had little patience with those who did not.
“Fine, then. You go back to Nice. I’m going to London.”
She didn’t think he would be able to do it, but Jack managed to dress on his own. Then he made a call on his mobile. She heard him ask for a Dr. Drake, so at least he was finally planning to get checked out. The knowledge relieved her, made her not worry quite so much about what he would do when she was gone.
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