days she got to spend with him, rose up from beneath her grief to fill her. Guilt joined the anticipation, but with his heat and scent wrapping around her, the anticipation was its equal.
She looked at him more directly because she couldn’t help herself. He glanced her way, his brilliant eyes dark and heated. He didn’t hold her gaze for long, but it felt like time stopped and they were the only two people who existed. She felt his look along her skin, tingling down her spine, and her muscles low in her abdomen tightened.
Did he know how conflicted and needy she was? Just how very vulnerable? She wanted him. She always wanted him, and she could smell his desire. But how could she feel such lust when she was still grieving? Her body was like a stranger to her, wanting the man she loved desperately and yet full of pain and hurt and devastation for her loss.
Su-jin would not begrudge her the attraction Sarah felt for Daniel. Su-jin had been their most enthusiastic supporter, always anxious to hear after each Run if they’d managed to get pregnant so they could be together.
Outside of the Run, Sarah and Daniel weren’t supposed to be around each other. The realization slowly sunk in. For the first time, Sarah recognized the trouble Daniel could be in just for being with her, for trying to keep her out of danger.
“Does anyone besides Victor know what you’re doing?” she asked.
“Alexis. She’s with Victor.”
“Anyone else?”
Daniel shrugged. “Victor’s mother might know. She’s looking after their kids until Alexis and Victor can talk sense into Joseph.”
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded. “You will get into a lot of trouble if you’re caught.”
He glared at her for a brief moment. She sucked in a breath. The look in his blue eyes was electric in the darkness. Suddenly, the closed cab filled with the scent of his anger mixing with his desire into a complex perfume that grabbed her tight around the chest.
“How can you ask me that?” he hissed. “How can you think I would stand by and let you sacrifice yourself, sacrifice Joseph’s life, maybe get yourself killed by the same psycho who killed your friend? I don’t care how angry you two are. This man is not some two-legged deer. Killing him will destroy more than just your lives and I can’t allow that. Do you understand? Your life is more important to me than that.”
“Why?” she asked again.
For a heartbeat, she saw the hurt in his eyes before he focused on the road again. Then his features moved into a hard, expressionless granite. His fingers flexed around the steering wheel. The sound of the engine seemed loud in the ensuing silence.
She’d hurt him, she realized, but she wasn’t sure what she’d said to cause his reaction. Confusion she didn’t want to feel and a new layer to her guilt churned in her gut. She shifted positions, putting her back to him as much as her seatbelt would allow, and stared out the side window, watching the barren roadway pass as they moved deeper into the farmlands of Lancaster County.
Damn him anyway . She didn’t have time to worry about his feelings. She needed to find a way to get back to Philly. No matter what Daniel said, she still intended to kill Bradley Williams. She would have her revenge, even if it cost her everything.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Mind telling me where this house is?” Sarah asked, again, as Daniel moved the truck off the side road and onto a rural track that wound through a series of horse farms and open fields. A few copses of trees dotted the landscape.
“We’re close,” he said.
“And your friend?”
“No one you know.”
“Human?”
He glanced at her. “Yes. Does that bother you?”
A valid question. At the moment, she hated the entire human race. Their incompetence, their inability to weed out the crazy man, was infuriating.
“Will he be there?” she asked.
“No. She’s stationed in Hawaii for the next six months.”
“She?” Sarah