Smart and Sexy by Jill Shalvis

looked up and found Brody standing in his open doorway. “You’re right,” she agreed. “Something’s off.”
    He didn’t move so much as a muscle, but she could see the tension increase in his big, tough body. They just stared at each other, and for that one moment at least, they were united in their concern for Noah.
     
    They hadn’t lost their tail; the SUV’s lights were always back there.
    After them.
    Bailey gripped the Jeep’s dash as Noah drove the mountain passes like a man who knew what he was doing.
    But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
    Because she hadn’t told him what they were up against. Oh, God, if something happened to him, she’d never forgive herself.
    But then again, if something happened to him, she was going to be dead, too.
    How did they find her so soon?
    How was she going to lose them?
    The road narrowed, a sheer cliff on their left, a heart-stopping drop-off on their right. She closed her eyes. “Noah. I can’t let you do this.”
    “A little late now, Princess.” His long legs worked the clutch and accelerator as he handled the Jeep with easy precision. “You picked my plane, remember?”
    “Yes. And God. I’m sorry. I’m sorrier than I can tell you, but it’s not too late to get as far away from me as you can.”
    He slid her an assessing glance. “I can take care of myself.”
    Bailey didn’t doubt that, but he had no idea what she—they were up against. She eyed the dark evening sky, the mountains that were nothing more than inky shadows looming tall and large. “Can you go faster?”
    He had one hand on the wheel, the other on the stick shift, his long legs working the clutch and acceleration with a confidence she’d never mastered. “Sure,” he said. “If I want to careen off the road and down that cliff, plunging us to our certain deaths.”
    Good point. They’d been swallowed up by the darkness now, complete except for the two headlights spilling from the Jeep, highlighting the curvy two-lane road and the sharp fall off to their right. Couldn’t forget the drop-off. She tried to keep breathing.
    Noah downshifted and took a turn just hard enough to have her bumping up against the door. An oncoming vehicle briefly lit up the inside of the Jeep, slashing across Noah’s face, probably lighting up her face as well.
    His eyes met hers for one beat, his brow furrowed, mouth tight and grim. “What do they want?” he asked.
    “It’s complicated.”
    He swore beneath his breath. Shook his head. “Okay, let’s set aside this pointless argument for another. Who are they?”
    “I’m not exactly sure.”
    He used sheer strength to handle the car around a tight hairpin turn that nearly had them on two wheels. “How did they find us?”
    “I’m not—”
    “Exactly sure?” He shot her a scathing look across the console that might have withered her, except that she was still shaking and so beyond exhausted and terrified, she had nothing left.
    “Where are we going?” he asked tightly. “And don’t say you’re not sure, because—”
    “In two more miles, you’re going to turn left.”
    “There’s nothing left except an unfinished resort.”
    “That’s the one. It’s one of Sinclair’s Fun and Sun resorts. Alan’s.”
    “And that’s where you have to get your ‘something’?”
    It’s where she hoped to get her “something.” Something green. As in US dollars that she could then hand over to the men presumably following her.
    And then, hopefully, as in please God, she could live the rest of her life in peace, maybe even find some semblance of normality.
    Damn it, Alan, I can’t believe you did this to me…. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to the cool glass window at her side. She should have believed it. Hell, she should have expected it. Her entire life she’d been manipulated by the men in her life, first her father, then Alan. Charming, elegant men, the both of them, but beneath their veneer had been an edgy danger she’d never