InTooDeep by Rachel Carrington Read Free Book Online

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his face spoke volumes. Anger filled the depths of his eyes and his jaw was
clenched so tightly a muscle throbbed.
    She watched him for a long moment,
observing the set of his shoulders and the tension in his hand as it held on to
the doorframe. And mentally calculated what she should say next.
    “I believe I said I’d call you.” The
comment wasn’t really necessary but it was better than silence. And considering
the sight of Brandon in her doorway had taken her breath away, she thought she
was damn lucky she’d been able to force any words past her tight throat.
    “Yeah, I heard.” He walked into the suite,
one eyebrow rising at the elegant quarters. “Not one to skimp on luxury, are
you, Carley? Or would you prefer that I call you Ms. Morgan?”
    The question kicked her heartbeat into
overdrive. She’d used her cover name since she’d arrived in Charleston, so his
knowledge of her real identity caused the muscles in the back of her neck to
tighten. But she’d always been one to land on her feet so now that he knew who
she was, she’d just have to use that to her advantage a bit earlier than she
would have liked.
    She pushed the door shut and turned to face
him. “At this point it doesn’t really matter.”
    Hunt spun around. “Give me one good reason
why I shouldn’t haul your ass in tonight, and since you’re a damn career
criminal, suspected in a stream of high-end robberies up and down the east
coast, whatever you give me had better be good.”
    She ignored the request, choosing instead
to focus on what was most important. “How did you find me?”
    “Since I’m the one with the badge, I’ll be
asking the questions.”
    “Look, it doesn’t matter who I am. I came
to you because my contacts said I could trust you. That was all that was
important to me, not your badge.”
    “Stop.” The one word, laced with an
undercurrent of fury, stabbed the air. Before she could respond Hunt held up
one hand. “No more games. No more lies.”
    “I’m not lying about my sister.”
    “Why should I believe you? You’re a common
thief, living the high life out of other people’s pockets. Do you really think
anything you can say or do is going to convince me to trust you enough to help
you?”
    Holding on to her control by a thin thread,
Carley walked closer to him, stopping several inches inside his personal space.
“You don’t have to trust me. You don’t even have to like me, but you’ll help me
because that’s who you are.” She could only pray her voice sounded more
determined than she felt.
    He folded his arms across his chest. “Why
didn’t you just tell me the truth from the start?”
    “Oh and I’m sure you’d have listened to me
the second I told you who I was.”
    He made a noise in the back of his throat
that sounded like irritation. “And you think it’s going to help matters now
that I know? Cops don’t make a habit of trusting thieves, Carley. Must have
something to do with the criminal aspect.”
    Carley’s hands clenched into fists. “You
can call me whatever you want to call me but I need to make sure that my sister
is safe before I leave. So was I right? Are you going to help me?”
    “You can’t be seriously thinking I’m going
to put my career on the line. My partner knows about you. If I walk out of this
room without arresting you I’ve just set myself up for an IA investigation.
I’ll pass.” Reaching behind him, he extracted a set of handcuffs.
    She took a step backward, eyeing the
bracelets like they were acidic. She’d expected resistance but this was taking
things a bit too far. If Hunt wouldn’t help her then she’d have to figure out
another way. She couldn’t do that behind bars.
    “There’s no way out, Carley.” Hunt read her
mind, flicking a glance toward the door. “But if you think you can make it
there before I can, give it a shot.” He transferred his gaze to her face then
caressed her body with a long, slow look. “I might even enjoy the