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again.
                 Jacob,
who’d betrayed them all when he’d left them without any explanation. Jack had
looked up to Jacob, admired him—until the night Jacob had abandoned them.
                 “You’re
in no shape to spend the night in a car,” Cara said. “A hospital—”
                 “Just
do it,” Jack ordered.
                 He
expected an argument, but she flexed her hands on the steering wheel and didn’t
say anything for several seconds.
                 “Fine.
Where do you want to go?”
                 Not
where he wanted to go. Where he had to go. “England.”
     

  CHAPTER THREE

 
                 IT
WAS nearly two in the morning when they reached the outskirts of Lyon. Cara
found a hotel off the expressway and pulled the car into a parking slot. It had
taken her a few minutes back in Nice to figure out how to drive Jack’s sports
car, but once she had, the silver beast was a dream. She knew without asking
that it was the most expensive car she’d ever been in, much less driven.
                 Jack
dozed in the passenger seat and she took a moment to study him. Bobby’s thugs
had beaten him up pretty badly, though they’d hardly touched his face. If he
hadn’t groaned from time to time, she’d have thought he felt perfectly fine. As
it was, she had no idea how badly he was hurt. He said he was only bruised, but
she wasn’t certain. And it was that uncertainty that had kept her behind the
wheel for the past four hours. The farther they got from Bobby, the better.
                 And
then she could talk Jack into going to a hospital.
                 The
skin under his left eye was purpling, but even bruised, he was still
devastatingly handsome.
                 Her
pulse kicked up, and she chided herself for reacting to him. Jack Wolfe might
be pretty to look at, but he was arrogant and irresponsible—and she had no time
for men like that in her life, no matter how his flirtation earlier had made
her want to melt in his arms.
                 She
was here because it had seemed the best course to keep driving—especially since
he’d been in no shape to do so—but now that they’d arrived in Lyon, she was
determined to part ways with the enigmatic Jack Wolfe. Once she got him to a
doctor, of course.
                 The
thought of leaving discomfited her, but she shoved it down deep. Why on earth
should she care if she ever saw this man again?
                 “Jack,”
she said softly.
                 Surprisingly,
he came instantly awake. “Where are we?”
                 “Lyon.
I’m too tired to keep driving. I thought we could get a couple of rooms for the
night. If you can loan me the money, I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”
                 It
was disconcerting to be here without her purse or passport, but those things
had been left behind in the casino when they’d fled. She simply hadn’t had time
to retrieve them.
                 “One
room,” he said. “I said I’d pay you back.”
                 “It’s
safer. If Bobby really is looking for us, it’s better to be together.”
                 As
much as she wanted to, she couldn’t argue with that logic. But when she went
inside to make the arrangements, she asked for a twin-bedded room. The clerk
gave her a key and she returned to fetch Jack. He was taller than she was, and
far heavier, but somehow they managed to make it to the room with him leaning
against her for support.
                 The
contact sizzled into her. She was conscious of his raw heat, conscious of every
single inch of his body where it touched hers. He made her heart pound with his
nearness.
                 “Sorry,”
he said, his mouth against her hair as he leaned into her while she fitted the
key to the door. “You smell