“Your life. It starts now, so go for it. Take it wherever you want. You just need to decide where that is.”
And suddenly she knew. “I want to take it to a place where I have more seconds in which to live it,” she whispered.
Her reward was a heart-stopping smile. “Sounds like a great plan to me.”
Maddie stepped onto the tarmac and faced Brody, who’d readied a plane for her. He stood there in the setting sun, the evening breeze brushing over him, looking bigger than life, utterly competent, and very on top of his world.
That’s all she wanted, damn it-to be on top of her world. “Brody-”
“We’re not going to go over this again, are we?” Without waiting for an answer, he took her hand and walked with her toward the Lear, but before she could board, he pulled her around to face him. “A couple of things first.” He spoke quietly, firmly, badass to the bone. “We are a unit, you and me.”
When she opened her mouth, he put his fingers to her lips. “I get that scares the living shit out of you. You’re going to have to get over it. I love you, Maddie. You’ll have to get over that, too.”
Well, if that didn’t root her to the spot. Heart pounding, she lifted her hand to his wrist to tug his hand from her mouth but he shook his head. “I love you, damn it, and one of these days, maybe you’ll let your guard down enough to believe it. But for now, let’s get this over with.” With that, he lowered his hand, waiting for her answer.
She found her throat almost too tight for words. He loved her. Oh, God, he loved her. Her heart felt so much she didn’t know if she could take it.
“Okay?” he repeated with far less patience.
“I…need a moment.”
“No.” He turned to the plane, his shoulders seeming tense. “If I give you a minute, you’ll be long gone. You can take your moment later, when it’s over. Then, I promise, you can argue with me all you want.”
“You don’t mean that.” She had to clear her throat, still bowled over by those three little words he tended to throw around. “You hate to argue.”
“With you? I live for it. Now let’s do this.”
By the time, Brody stepped off the charter boat onto Stone Cay and turned to offer a hand to Maddie, dawn was streaking across the Bahama sky. The only sound was the water slapping loudly against the sides of the boat in the dewy morning air.
They hadn’t spoken much more than a few words to each other on the flight to Florida then on to Nassau and now here. Actually, Maddie hadn’t spoken to him.
He’d pretty much opened up his chest, exposed his heart, and let her run it over with a steamroller a few times, and she’d gone mute.
She stepped off the charter with absolutely no expression on her face. He had no idea what she was feeling because she’d been careful not to show anything, which pissed him off. A guy says I love you, the least a girl could do is react one way or another.
But she’d retreated within herself, and he realized she probably wasn’t even thinking about him, but looking ahead to what they were going to face.
He got that, he really did, but it’d have been nice to factor in her thoughts as well.
Tiny Tim got out of the Jeep waiting there for them. “Took you long enough.” He eyed Brody before looking at Maddie. “So you’re the one who got married? You cost me five hundred bucks in the pool.”
“Ah, that’s a damn shame because I’m easily worth a thousand.”
Tiny Tim’s eyes darkened. “You’re definitely Maddie.”
“Most definitely,” Maddie agreed.
At her attitude-ridden tone, Tiny Tim’s jaw tightened, and Brody got a very bad feeling. Damn it, a showdown.
But after a second, Tiny Tim jerked his head toward the Jeep, indicating that they should get in.
Maddie didn’t move. “Where’s Leena?”
“Waiting for you.”
Maddie looked at Brody, and they exchanged an unsettled gaze, but Maddie shrugged and got in the Jeep.
What choice did they have?
Brody followed, and then they were being driven along the pristine white beach, all too quickly turning up the road toward the compound.
There’d been another storm, which had left the sand churned up. In the Jeep, they were knocked around a bit by the bumpy ride, and Brody’s shoulder brushed Maddie’s.
She looked over at him.
Her eyes were unreadable, her mouth tight. And given how they’d spent the past hours, which was mostly in silence, what she did next shocked him to the core.
She took his hand in hers and squeezed. He stared down at their joined fingers, hers narrow and smooth and capable, his big and work-roughened and just as capable, and squeezed back. Lifting his head, he met her gaze.
One corner of her mouth turned up, and leaning in, she set her head on his shoulder.
He hugged her close, offering comfort, offering whatever she needed, but it turned out she needed nothing.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered. “Damn it, you really shouldn’t be here.”
“That makes two of us.”
She sat back, looking frustrated and just scared enough to unnerve him, a feeling that intensified when they were brought into the house where instead of being taken to Rick or even to Maddie’s room, they were immediately brought to the cellar workroom.
And shoved inside.
The ensuing click of the lock indicated that yeah, they weren’t attending any family reunion.
Chapter 28
As the echo of the lock died away, Maddie sighed, her voice cutting through the pitch black cellar. “This isn’t good.”
With the lights out and no windows, Brody couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face. “Not good at all,” he agreed tightly.
“Okay, any time now.”
“Any time now what?”
“You can say I told you so.”
Goddamn this dark. Reaching out in front of him, he tried to get his bearings but felt nothing. “How about I save the I-told-you-so for when it’s more satisfying to be right. Like when we’re out of here. Where the hell are you?”
“Here.” Her voice sounded lower now, as if she’d sat on the ground.
“Where the hell is ‘here,’ and what are you doing?”
“Taking off my boot.”
For her knife, no doubt. “You don’t have two of those things, do you?”
“No. Listen, I don’t want to freak you out…”
“Oh, I’m not freaked. I’m as calm as Zen. I’m a fricking Buddha. What is Rick up to do you suppose?”
“I’m not sure. People who cross him, they tend to…”
“What?”
“Pay.”
“Pay as in found in the bottom of a lake with concrete shoes pay?”
When she didn’t answer, he let out a breath. Yeah, concrete shoes. He was so happy he’d asked. “You do realize this is like a bad seventies flick, right? The family patriarch who coerces his helpless nieces into doing his bidding-”
“Niece.”
