SOAR (The Indigo Lounge Series Book 4) by Zara Cox Read Free Book Online Page A

sped
through a yellow light, ignoring the blaring horns of a slow moving car when he
overtook it with a few feet to spare.
    “I’d
like to arrive at wherever it is you’re taking me intact. If you want to kill
yourself, please do it in your own time.”
    He
didn’t ease off the gas until he was forced to at a red light. Gritting his
teeth, he glanced at her. She faced forward, her hand white around her purse.
He reached over, took the purse from her and threw it on the back seat. When
she glared at him, he raised an eyebrow. “What did you say to him?”
    “To
who?”
    “Snyder.
Before we left.”
    She
sent him a sideways glance. “Does it matter?”
    “Not
even a motherfucking little bit.” He revved the engine and savored the angry
roar of the powerful car beneath him. “I was just making conversation.”
    “If
you want to make conversation, tell me where we’re going. And why you’ve been
calling me.”
    “We’re
going to the best coffee place I know in West Palm Beach. To sober you up
before I attempt rational conversation.”
    She
squinted at the dashboard, then blinked his way. “It’s nearly midnight, Noah.”
    “What’s
your point exactly?” He eased away from the traffic light and turned left onto a
street that held a row of trendy bars and coffee shops.
    “My
point is, I have to be up early to attend a board meeting, so I need to get a
good night’s sleep.”
    “A
good night’s sleep , huh? Tell me, Leia, how did you
sleep last night?” he asked softly.
    “What?
Why are you asking me that?”
    He
swung the car onto a side street and parked in the employee area behind a
one-story building. Killing the engine, he turned to her, sliding a hand behind
her headrest.
    “Tell
me you slept like a fucking baby last night after you walked away from me.” His
smile felt like it was carved from granite. Moving his hand, he caught a strand
of hair between his fingers and caressed its silkiness. “Tell me that so I can
congratulate you. Or call you a fucking liar.”
    “Noah…”
    “Or
tell me you stayed awake, your gut turning to stone every time you thought
you’d never see me again. Tell me that so I can accommodate the fact
that you’re a tiny little bit human.”
    Her
eyes widened and her breath rushed out between shocked, parted lips. “What good
would that do either of us?” she whispered.
    “It
would make me feel a helluva lot better knowing I
wasn’t crazy. That I didn’t spend last week losing my head over a heartless
bitch.”
    A
deep tremble shook her body. She looked down and locked her fingers together.
Noah waited for her to speak, for her to tell him everything that had happened
in the last thirty-six hours had been a mistake.
    He
stared at her exquisite profile, her perfect creamy skin, and smashed down the
need to grab her.
    Finally,
she sniffed and raised her head. “Are we going to get this coffee? If not, I’d
like to go home, please.”
    The
spikes in his gut grew longer, sharper, until his whole body flamed with
excruciating pain. He continued to stare at her for another full minute before
he yanked his door open and stepped out.
    What
the hell was he doing trying to rationalize a woman’s behavior? He’d needed
therapy after being dragged through the fucking quagmire because of one woman.
And he was stupid enough to be asking for more pain?
    He
slammed his door and stalked to the back entrance that led inside Red’s .
Inputting the code, he entered. He heard Leia’s heels clicking on the asphalt
as she followed him.
    Passing
two storage rooms and the kitchen area, he walked into the large bistro, which
during the day and evening teemed with customers looking for the best lobster
bisque and crab club sandwich in Miami.
    “I
thought that was you.”
    He
turned toward the voice and saw Rita Mancini, or Red, as her customers
called her because of the short, spiky mane she sported. She nodded at the
security camera above the bar that showed the parking lot and other