Stealing Gold (The Logan Series Book 4) by Sally Clements Read Free Book Online

compartment, and retrieved
a key with a paper tag attached. “The Radisson Blu has a spa, so you can get a
massage in the morning, work out in the gym, or just chill in the pool. I hired
you a car for your stay so you can see some sights—leave it at the airport when
you’re flying out.”
    “God,
I could do with a massage,” Stacy said.
    Adam
turned and grinned at her. “Sorry, Stace, facilities are much more basic at my
house.” To her relief, he didn’t add that he’d be happy to give her a massage.
    Apollo
exited the car. She opened her door and stepped out too, enveloping her
bodyguard in a hug. “I wish you were coming with us,” she whispered.
    “You
don’t need me. Just relax, Adam will take good care of you.”
    That
was the very last thing she needed.
    Apollo
strode toward the hotel.
    She
climbed into the front seat. And then they were alone.
    “How
long is the drive to your house?”
    “About
two and a half hours.” He glanced over. “How are things since we talked?”
    “Much
the same. Lester has disappeared, and my lawyer is trying to get my house back,
but it could be a long time until there’s any action on that front.” She rubbed
her fingers together. “I should have listened to you.”
    “You
made a mistake—but an understandable one. You have to trust someone. If one of
my family members had done the same, I never would have believed them capable
of it. Are you any closer to understanding why?”
    She
nodded. “It appears he lost control of a gambling habit. The FBI has discovered
he owed a crime syndicate big—they think he stole money and liquidated the
proceeds of my house to clear his debt. His new accountant, Mrs Kensington, has
also disappeared. They were in it together.”
    “Are
there other musicians affected?”
    “I
was his only client. He always said he only needed one—and I guess someone else
might have done more due diligence. Looking back, there were hints, but I
refused to see them.” She snuggled deeper into the warm leather seat. “Even
when you pointed them out to me.”
    “Like
I said, it’s difficult to believe ill of someone you trust.” It started to
rain, a misting drizzle smearing the windshield. Adam’s throat moved in a
swallow. “I guess I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
    Her
heartbeat stepped up. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t have kissed you back.”
    He
glanced over. “Why did you?”
    Truth,
or lie? She’d never been able to lie to him. “I couldn’t help myself.” Stacy
dragged in a deep breath. “I regret the way I ended our marriage. It feels like
there is unfinished business between us.”
    His
mouth twisted, and silence hung heavy in the car’s interior for a moment. “Our
relationship is dead, there’s no going back.”
    She
suppressed a wince at the harshness of his words.
    “It
took me a long time to stop loving you. It’s taking me longer to stop wanting
you.” His mouth formed a wry smile. “I wanted an explanation for a long time. I
wanted…” He shrugged. “God, I don’t know. I guess I wanted closure.” He stared
ahead.
    If
she were brave, she’d explain. Give him that closure. But a yellow streak
stretched from the nape of her neck to her coccyx. “But you kissed me.”
    He
frowned. “There were two of us in that kiss. It’s been nine months. Long enough
to get over you.”
    “Are
you trying to hurt me?”
    His
fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Once upon a time I would have been.
But not any longer. I told you, there isn’t anything between us any more.”
    She
had no idea why she was fighting him on this, but stubbornness, mixed with
tiredness let the words fall from her mouth anyway. “That’s bullshit. When I
needed you, you were there for me. You got me this job—you kissed me—”
    “Your
crisis came at a good time for the film, we needed you.” His harsh words
shattered the romantic bubble that had been growing. “As for the kiss—we want
each other. It’s just basic chemistry,