His Secret Past by Katie Reus Read Free Book Online

house. I called when you were…disposing of that body. He’s safe, but—”
    “How the hell did you call?” The question came out harsher than he’d intended.
    Her cheeks tinged pink as she nodded at the buttons on the rearview mirror. “I used your OnStar system.”
    He knew he should be angry but he was more impressed than anything. Talk about resourceful. Then another thought occurred to him. “Did you call the cops?”
    She shook her head and he narrowed his eyes, not sure he believed her.
    “I didn’t. I swear.”
    “Why not?”
    “I…I don’t know, all right? I just couldn’t bring myself to call them when you saved my life. We need to get my son.”
    “We’ll make a quick stop at your house, grab your suitcases, then pick him up on the way out of town.” Two people had already tried to kill them. Hunter knew how the men after him operated. There wouldn’t be a third sent after them. Not yet anyway.
    “This is insane.” It sounded more like she was talking to herself than him. She let out a shaky laugh and raked a hand through her jet-black hair.
    Hair he’d run his hands through too many times to count. There were a lot of things he’d done with her, but now wasn’t the time for a trip down memory lane. “He’s safe then?”
    “He’s with Gwen and I told her not to let him out of her sight. At the center, we teach women to be aware of their surroundings and to trust their instincts. I trust Gwen to keep him safe more than anyone.”
    As he steered down her street, he slowed and surveyed the neighborhood. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Alexis’s hand was already on the door handle before he’d pulled into the garage. She unstrapped her seat belt and jumped from the vehicle the instant he put it into Park.
    He closed the garage and followed her inside to the kitchen. “Listen, Alexis—”
    She ignored him and grabbed a rag. After wetting it down, she handed it to him.
    “What’s this for?”
    “Thought you might want to…clean up or something. I can grab a first aid kit. Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyes narrowed as she assessed his body.
    He’d seen himself in the rearview mirror. Covered in shallow scratches, he’d certainly seen better days, but a few minor cuts were the least of his worries. At least she hadn’t been injured. Reaching out, he picked a shard of glass from her hair. When his hand grazed her cheek, it was as if time froze. He could feel himself being transported back six years when everything had seemed so simple. When they’d spent hours between the sheets making love and talking about their future. A future he’d never have with her.
    The ding of the doorbell sliced through the air and she jumped back and away from him.
    “Are you expecting company?”
    She cleared her throat and a pinkish tinge spread across her exotic cheekbones. “That’s probably Michael, my fiancé. I told Gwen to call him.”
    “Shit.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
    “Whatever’s going on, he can help us.”
    “Right.” He snorted. Like some civilian could keep her safer than Hunter could.
    She held up a hand. “After six years of nothing, you show up the same day someone tries to kill me, then you practically kidnap me and drag me with you to dispose of a body. After what just happened I totally get it, but you still don’t get an opinion. He’s here—so deal with it. And you’re going to answer all my questions.”
    She tried to brush past him, but he stopped her.
    He placed a light hand on her arm and ignored the jolt of awareness it sent coursing through his body. “He doesn’t have a key?”
    Immediately, she shook off his arm and left the room. She also didn’t answer the question. The fiancé didn’t have a key. Interesting. Hell, she’d given him a key three weeks after they’d started dating. Considering they had no future together, Hunter knew he shouldn’t care about Alexis and her fiancé’s relationship, but a primitive part of him roared in