That’s when my personal phone starts ringing. The one sitting inside my purse.
I stifle the urge to hiss with panic as I fumble for it, the strap of my purse slipping off my shoulder in the process. It hits the floor with a soft thud. I dive for it, cursing under my breath as I root through the pocket with frantic hands, finding it and flipping the silence button on the side. Hoping the noise will go unnoticed.
I’m still on my knees with my head bowed when the door creaks open wider and Henry’s polished black shoes appear in front of me.
“I’ve gotta go. Call me when you’re in my office and I’ll give you the code to the safe,” Henry demands, his voice unnaturally calm as compared to a moment ago, though no less hostile.
I take my time collecting the few items that spilled from my purse while I decide what to do. What should I say? Do I play dumb? Do I say I just got here? Do I pretend I don’t know a thing, and smile and wait expectantly for him to kiss me?
Tell me to strip?
F*ck me on his desk? In his bed?
Even as appalled as I am with him right now, I’d be lying if I said the thought of having him touch me doesn’t spark heat between my thighs. He’s turned me into some sort of sex deviant. But I can’t just sit here on my knees as if I’m waiting for him to unzip his fly. I finally dare look up, in time to see his hand stretch out in front of him, palm out.
It could be considered a gentlemanly offer, and yet from Henry Wolf I hear the command.
Sliding my fingers over his calloused palm—he must have earned those splitting wood—I ease to my feet. I take a deep, calming breath before I let my gaze climb his firm, hard body, his charcoal designer suit as perfect and out of place in the wilds of Alaska as on any other day, before meeting his eyes. The cold, steely blue in them instantly creates knots in my stomach.
“You have a bad, bad habit of eavesdropping, Abigail,” he whispers.
He knows I hate being called Abigail, but now’s not the time to remind him of that. I clear my throat to avoid sounding weak and fearful. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Liar.” His lip twitches with amusement, but it falls off so quickly. “What exactly did you hear?”
Here’s the moment of truth. Lie and smile, or confront him with what I know. Which is it?
I loved, loved, LOVED this book. I loved Wolf Bait as well but was sitting on pins and needles for this one. I instantly dove in when it showed up on my kindle and I was blown away! For the second book in a trilogy, I didn't have high expectations, some are really good, some are mediocre and make no sense to me. This one far exceeded my expectations and I couldn't be happier!
Nina continues the story of the enigmatic Henry and the meek Abbi. This review is going to be short and sweet because it's hard not to give spoilers and you need to read this without knowing what's about to hit you. This book gave me whiplash. The amount of changes and movement through the story and the changes that happen back-to-back leave you reeling! I laughed with them, cried with them,hurt with them, felt every emotion they were feeling short of bleeding with them and I could. not. put.it.down. You will pray for redemption for both characters, you will root for the little man (girl) and you will scream at your reader that that is NOT supposed to happen. I cannot wait to get my hands on book 3 to see what happens. You need to 1-click this one NOW!