a tray on his forearm. “Can I help you?” Carla asked him dryly.
Zach set the tray on the dresser staying near the doorway. “You need to eat to keep your strength up. I know the pasta was inedible, but that’s all we had in the way of food. I got rid of it since you burned it and brought you some fresh fruit and yogurt.” His gaze dropped from her face to focus on her foot in her lap. “What’s wrong with your foot?”
Carla unfolded her foot from across her thigh and pulled down her dress. “I got a splinter from walking around barefoot.”
“Did you get it out?”
Breaking eye contact she rubbed her hands together. “Nope. I need a needle or something sharp to dig it out.”
“Do you want me to get it out for you?”
Sarcasm sat on the tip of her tongue. Carla swallowed hoping it would disappear and said, “I’ll get it out myself. I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with a woman like me on purpose.”
Zach pointed at her foot. “It can get infected if you don’t get it out.”
“No kidding?” She heard the sarcastic tone slip from her mouth.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just saying.”
She crinkled her brows. “You seem to know everything about me, Zach. You should know I studied to be a paramedic and passed the test.”
His mouth went crooked on one end. “You’re also on the wait list until a position becomes available. You should gain about 20 or 30 pounds to help your case.”
A slow burn steeped in her stomach. “It was suggested I take a weight training class. I’ve done weight training in the past, and I’ll do it again if it helps me to get my dream job.”
“Or you could just eat regular food.”
“Look, I came in here to put space between us. Are you lonely? Is that the reason you’re messing with me?” She let the flippant question come from her mouth not caring anymore how she sounded or how he took it. He wasn’t the only one that could act an ass.
“Yeah, I couldn’t stand the silence,” he replied sarcastically as he stayed by the doorway. “That hour I was away from your big mouth was unbearable.”
Carly smiled sweetly. “Well, I’m all out so I don’t know what you will do for the rest of the night. Now if you don’t mind, I want to be alone.”
Zach took his first step away from the door and moved to stand at the end of the bed. Carla’s heart raced. Had she gone too far? He could get rid of her, and no one would know what happened. The FBI would cover their tracks, and it would be as if she vanished in thin air.
The lump in her throat rose when the outline of his Adam’s apple lifted when he swallowed. His staunch face showed no emotion as he glared at her. Was that a signature FBI agents exhibited? She didn’t know what to expect of him since she’d never met one in real life.
A sense of fear fell over her as his tall frame slinked toward her. The size of his hands compared to her smaller ones, were impressive. And with her rail-thin neck, a light choke-hold between one of his massive arms would render her dead in minutes.
Zach pulled a pocketknife from the pocket of his jeans and flipped it open. He’s going to cut my throat! Carla scooted back on the bed, bracing against the worn headboard. He grabbed her ankle with his hand and pulled her down the length of the bed. The quick ride caused her head to bounce off the flat pillow and hit the mattress one, twice, three times before she came to a stop. The loose fitting dress bunched around her waist exposing her underwear. She worked quickly to cover herself with no avail; he was too fast. Through all that, he never cracked an expression, and Carla didn’t dare put up a fight. Maybe he would spare her life if she didn’t fight with him.
He turned his back and sat on the edge of the bed pulling her leg in his lap and clamping it close to his body preventing her from moving. He was holding her leg so tight that the blood circulating down
Zach set the tray on the dresser staying near the doorway. “You need to eat to keep your strength up. I know the pasta was inedible, but that’s all we had in the way of food. I got rid of it since you burned it and brought you some fresh fruit and yogurt.” His gaze dropped from her face to focus on her foot in her lap. “What’s wrong with your foot?”
Carla unfolded her foot from across her thigh and pulled down her dress. “I got a splinter from walking around barefoot.”
“Did you get it out?”
Breaking eye contact she rubbed her hands together. “Nope. I need a needle or something sharp to dig it out.”
“Do you want me to get it out for you?”
Sarcasm sat on the tip of her tongue. Carla swallowed hoping it would disappear and said, “I’ll get it out myself. I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with a woman like me on purpose.”
Zach pointed at her foot. “It can get infected if you don’t get it out.”
“No kidding?” She heard the sarcastic tone slip from her mouth.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just saying.”
She crinkled her brows. “You seem to know everything about me, Zach. You should know I studied to be a paramedic and passed the test.”
His mouth went crooked on one end. “You’re also on the wait list until a position becomes available. You should gain about 20 or 30 pounds to help your case.”
A slow burn steeped in her stomach. “It was suggested I take a weight training class. I’ve done weight training in the past, and I’ll do it again if it helps me to get my dream job.”
“Or you could just eat regular food.”
“Look, I came in here to put space between us. Are you lonely? Is that the reason you’re messing with me?” She let the flippant question come from her mouth not caring anymore how she sounded or how he took it. He wasn’t the only one that could act an ass.
“Yeah, I couldn’t stand the silence,” he replied sarcastically as he stayed by the doorway. “That hour I was away from your big mouth was unbearable.”
Carly smiled sweetly. “Well, I’m all out so I don’t know what you will do for the rest of the night. Now if you don’t mind, I want to be alone.”
Zach took his first step away from the door and moved to stand at the end of the bed. Carla’s heart raced. Had she gone too far? He could get rid of her, and no one would know what happened. The FBI would cover their tracks, and it would be as if she vanished in thin air.
The lump in her throat rose when the outline of his Adam’s apple lifted when he swallowed. His staunch face showed no emotion as he glared at her. Was that a signature FBI agents exhibited? She didn’t know what to expect of him since she’d never met one in real life.
A sense of fear fell over her as his tall frame slinked toward her. The size of his hands compared to her smaller ones, were impressive. And with her rail-thin neck, a light choke-hold between one of his massive arms would render her dead in minutes.
Zach pulled a pocketknife from the pocket of his jeans and flipped it open. He’s going to cut my throat! Carla scooted back on the bed, bracing against the worn headboard. He grabbed her ankle with his hand and pulled her down the length of the bed. The quick ride caused her head to bounce off the flat pillow and hit the mattress one, twice, three times before she came to a stop. The loose fitting dress bunched around her waist exposing her underwear. She worked quickly to cover herself with no avail; he was too fast. Through all that, he never cracked an expression, and Carla didn’t dare put up a fight. Maybe he would spare her life if she didn’t fight with him.
He turned his back and sat on the edge of the bed pulling her leg in his lap and clamping it close to his body preventing her from moving. He was holding her leg so tight that the blood circulating down
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