Blindsight: Part Two Read Online Free Page B

mean it when I say it’s you and me until this is over. I’m the best thing for you whether you believe that or not.”
    I sighed, more exhausted by the last twelve hours than I’d been in a lifetime.  
    “Hunter…” I sighed, thinking of the other devastating fact in this story. Hunter grew up under the influence of JW and his goons. “What makes you think you can escape him?” I asked softly, terror threading my voice. Hunter’s eyes turned up to mine and held for long moments.  
    “I have to believe him when he says this is it--my last job. I don’t have a choice.”
    “Sounds like a lot of people are getting their choices taken away when it comes to him.”
    “That’s generally how it works.”  
    “So why did he want to meet me? Scope out the wife of his target?”  
    “You never know what JW has planned. I shouldn’t have brought you there.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I thought it would prove your innocence. You clearly aren't involved with Brant's bullshit.”  
    “What happens if we run, just leave?”
    “Erin…” He slipped the pad of his thumb across my jawline. “If only it were that easy.”

five
    Two mornings later, I found myself boarding another plane with Hunter headed to Belize. Hunter had insisted we continue with the photo shoots; not only had they been booked months in advance, but also for the importance of keeping up appearances. Our lives had to continue exactly as normal so as not to raise suspicion from Brant, or even worse JW. It was nerve-wracking to have to continue with our lives as normal when everything was now at risk--how could anyone wrap their mind around all the unanswered questions? But I was being forced to try, at the very least, though the secrets nearly drove me as mad as the man behind them did. I wanted to scream and rage and demand answers, but whenever I did, Hunter shot me a warning and grunted something incoherent.  
    “Ever been to Central America?” Hunter wrapped my fingers in his as we stepped off the four-person Cessna that had carried us from the capital city to a postage stamp of an island off the coast. The warm salt breeze whipped my hair and kissed my neck, and Hunter’s hand in mine felt right, exactly as it had a few short weeks ago in Lisbon, except this time, I knew more than I ever wanted to.  
    “Erin?” Hunter’s voice yanked me from my thoughts.  
    “What? Sorry.” I shook my head, pulling the sunglasses down over my eyes. I’d been trying to hide my indecision from him, but it wasn’t easy, to say the least.  
    “Have you been to Central America before?” My gaze found his, and I saw compassion shining there.
    “No, never.” I shook my head and chewed on my bottom lip as I heaved the pack over my shoulder and dropped his hand when a dark car pulled up.  
    “Erin.” Hunter’s voice carried on the soft breeze and I let him think I hadn’t heard when the local driver stepped out with a nod of his head.  
    “Welcome to Belize,” he said in his richly-inflected voice. I nodded with a polite smile and then slid into the back of the car, my feelings hidden from the blonde god that slid in next to me.  
    “We’re going to talk more about this, but don’t ignore me.” His hand clenched at my knee and I glanced down. His roughened fingers against the denim had my heart skipping beats. Why did he have to be so charming and talented and so good at clutching my heart between his hands? I licked my lips and sucked in a deep breath.  
    “Anyway, it’s time to take photos.” His fingers caught my chin and his mega-watt smile lit my spirits for a brief moment. If I allowed myself to fall into him, I could. We could slip into the easy “us” that had existed before I knew too much, before he confessed, before he delved my dirty secret.  
    “I’m sorry. I’m fine.” A half-hearted smile lifted my face.  
    “Good. I like you right here with me.” He placed a pressing kiss against my lips as the car