That information pleased
Mario, and he leaned his chin against her forehead again.
Kara Angel. A beautiful angelic
name. But her red hair had a
devilish appeal. And her body . . .
William announced his return
by calling through the door. Mario
searched Kara's lovely green eyes. They
captivated him, and he didn't want to look away.
"You did very well, and you were smart. See, no one gets hurt when you're smart."
She didn't answer, but he
hadn't expected her to. He lingered
longer than he needed. William's
return had signified that the crisis had ended, but Mario liked being here, next
to her. The temptation overwhelmed
him to kiss her, while her soft, docile body rested against him.
Foolishness. A kiss invited more trouble, and he didn't need anymore.
Stiff legged, he pulled away from her.
Her body warmth remained only a few seconds.
Her mouth moved, liked she had a question, but didn't know whether to
ask. "Go on and ask, if you
like," he told her.
Her gaze penetrated into his.
"What are you going to do with me?"
Not what he'd like to.
He didn't say it, wouldn't say it, but he returned a slight smile.
"You asked me that before."
Her lips pressed together for
a couple of seconds. "And you
never really answered."
He wouldn't answer now.
On part, he didn't know. Keeping
her scared served his purpose better, but nagging compassion ruled his heart. He wanted to tell her that he could never hurt her.
That he'd rather be flirting with her, and wining and dining her in a
romantic restaurant, somewhere that Carlos couldn't make his life miserable.
"What do you think?"
She sucked in her breath.
"I think that you're going to kill me."
Her voice was so low that he
could hardly hear it. It quivered
over each word. Guilt because of
her fear heaped coals of hell fire upon his conscience.
He didn't want to scare her, but he couldn't encourage her yet.
He leaned and brushed his lips
across hers. He didn't dare more,
because her nearness effected him way too much.
How could she be attracted to a spy?
She did not respond, but her gaze showed her surprise.
"What did you do that
for?" she asked.
"I wouldn't kiss someone
I wanted to kill," he said.
"You're not going to kill
"Not unless you do
something stupid." He injected
a stern tone in his voice, and stepped away.
It rubbed him the wrong way to keep someone captive. She was an enchantress, and enticed him to go against his
values and to feel unmerited compassion for her.
Peeved with himself, he turned and tugged her through the bathroom door
and back to the cot.