Mason waited three months to hear from Veronica after she walked out of his life. Instead her sister calls, begging him to come to California. After learning Veronica was kidnapped and her mother’s still missing, Mason joins the investigation while trying to figure out where he stands in Veronica's eyes.
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Keeping her focus off of Mason Storm grew harder each moment she breathed the same air as him. He constantly watched her. Pondering eyes studying every word, facial expression, and body movement she made. Feeling his arms around her once again threatened to drive the last bit of sanity from her mind. Veronica wanted to get swept away by the man. Spiral into the madness of lust with someone who already revved up her engine like no other man had.
Veronica couldn’t afford madness now as much as it killed her.
Her father continued his retreat into the house, up to the second floor, closing in on his library. She wouldn’t let him get away that easily. “You can’t give them that file and you know it.”
“Then you condemn your mother to death.”
“They’re playing the game. You have to play it back,” she said, grabbing his arm to stop him from going further.
“This isn’t a game, Roni!”
“Same as last time—”
“Enough!” her father snapped, dagger eyes digging into her soul.
“You can’t give it to them! I won’t let you.”
He grabbed her by the arms, lifting her to her tip toes, touching his nose to her. “I’ll decide what we will and will not do.”
“General!” Storm shouted from behind. “Back off.”
Her father’s eyes filled with fire, neck craning back. “You have no business here, Mr. Storm. I suggest you cut your losses and leave before I have my men remove you.”
“Try it,” he said, way too calmly as he moved to her father’s side. “Your daughter wants me here. I can understand why, you don’t listen to her; you cut her off all the time, talk down to her and Valerie. If you’d paid attention, you’d see she’s as scared as you are.”
He released her from the vice grip, straightened his shirt and stared down at her. Her anger threatened her wild tongue, but she stayed silent, shocked at Storm’s speech and keen observation. “I’m…sorry, Roni. I haven’t been thinking clearly since…”
“I know,” she responded but didn’t reach out to offer him any comfort this time.
“There’s nothing we can do tonight.” He frowned, running his hand through the silver strands on his head. “Let my men do their work…we’ll regroup in the morning.”
“Okay,” she replied with a nod. “If I remember anything else, I’ll let you know.”
“Very well,” he said, regarded Storm with a narrowing gaze then vanished inside his library.
She sighed, covered her face and shook her head. “Such a mess.”
“Yeah,” Storm replied. When she gazed up, his cheeks were still fiery with anger, hands clenched at his sides. “Are you okay?”
“No, not really,” she answered. “This is…bad, Storm.”