her head, wishing she could explain why she’d decided to “date” him. She wanted to tell him she’d stolen from him because she was afraid of his feelings and even more afraid of her own feelings. She’d been afraid she would lose herself if she fell in love with him. But would he understand that?
“So, Step Two is get close to the resort owner,” she said, rubbing her eyes, trying not to cry. “And then what? Get into his closet and steal from him?”
“I told you the favor won’t be anything criminal,” Ben said, an edge in his tone. “There’s no law against getting close to someone.”
“Just how close do you want me to get?”
“Close, but not too close,” Ben said. “When it’s all over, you have to be able to walk away and not look back. You have to be able to turn your back on him, even if he’s bleeding on the floor, begging you for help.”
He seemed to be unable to resist trying to get under her skin, and this time, he’d gone too deep. Deeper than the knife she’d plunged into his gut.
“What happens after I get close to him?”
Spencer stood and walked to the dining area, waiting for his response, wary of what he would say to her, maybe even afraid of what he would tell her.
“I’ll tell you what to do next once you complete Step Two .”
“I need some clarification about Step Two ,” she said. “You said I need to get close to Sione Tuiali’i, but not too close. But what the hell does that mean? Why do you want me to get close to him?”
“Sweet girl, don’t worry, okay?” Ben said. “I have faith in you. I know you will be able to get close enough to him.”
“But not too close, right?”
“You only need to get just close enough.”
Irritated, she said, “How will I know when I’m just close enough?”
“You’ll know you’re close enough, sweet girl,” Ben said, “when the resort owner asks you out to dinner and then invites you back to his place.”
Her heart slammed and she froze. The clarification of close enough seemed too damn much like “dating.” But she didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Ben had promised she wouldn’t have to do anything criminal, and she had to believe him. She had to trust he hadn’t lied to her.
“Once you’ve gotten close to him,” Ben went on. “I’ll give you Step Three .”
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get close to him.” She struggled to marshal the thoughts swirling in her head. “What if I’m not his type? Maybe he doesn’t trust beautiful women.”
“You don’t need him to trust you, sweet girl,” Ben said. “And you don’t need to do anything different than what you did when you tricked all those men you stole from. Just flirt with him and look pretty.”
“Flirt and look pretty?” she repeated, offended by his patronizing sarcasm. “And what if that doesn’t work?”
“If the resort owner doesn’t respond to your beauty and false charm,” Ben said, “then maybe you could sit on a park bench and pretend to cry.”
His words were a sucker punch out of nowhere, right in the gut.
“Maybe that will work on him,” Ben told her. “After all, it fooled me.”
Spencer found it hard to breathe, found it almost impossible to recover from his verbal attack. Somehow, she found her voice and said, “I know you’ll never believe this, but I wasn’t trying to fool you when we first met. And I am sorry I stole from you. I know you’re never going to believe that either. But maybe one day, you could find some way to forgive me.”
Ben said nothing; there was only a long stretch of silence.
“Ben?” Spencer said. “Ben? Are you still there?”
Frustrated, she glanced at the phone’s display.
CALL ENDED.
“Sonofabitch!” Irritated, she hurled the burner phone at the wall.
“Everything okay?”
Gasping, Spencer turned. “How did you get in here?”
“The door wasn’t closed all the way,” Mr. Tuiali’i said. “Are you all right?”
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