Nauti and Wild

by Lora Leigh

Bo laughed. “Yeah. But oh so worth it. You two should have stayed. We’d have had some fun.”

  Rick didn’t share women. Not his kind of fun. “Yeah, well, some other time, maybe.”

  Like never.

  “What’s going on over there?” Rick motioned with his head to the excited conversation between Lacey and Ava.

  “Oh. I’m giving Lacey a trip to Mexico. She wants Ava to go with her.”

  “Yeah? When?”

  “Today.”

  Those warning bells clanged so damn loud inside his head that Rick couldn’t hear himself think. “In the middle of the rally? Why not wait ’til it’s over?”

  Bo shrugged. “It just hit me spur of the moment.”

  “What hit you?”

  Bo looked over at the women. “Lace, you okay for a few? Rick and I are gonna go grab some coffee.”

  Lacey waved her hand. “Go on. We’ll meet you down there.”

  They ordered two coffees in the small coffee shop downstairs, since the restaurant was full with the lunch crowd.

  “So what’s with the impromptu vacation?”

  Bo shifted, leaning forward. “I have a seller just over the border, and Lacey’s my mule. She’s going to do the pickup for me.”

  Rick tensed, hid the shock that rocked him. “Yeah? Does she know that?”

  Bo’s lips lifted. “Hell no.”

  “Has she done this for you before?”

  Bo let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. A few times, actually. She thinks I love her so much that I routinely send her on these spa trips while I have business to attend to. I tell her it’s because I feel guilty and I don’t want her to be lonely.”

  “Unaware she’s transporting drugs across the border, of course.”

  “Of course.”

  What a fucking asshole. Rick hid his disgust with a smirk. “No wonder she’s in love with you.”

  “Hey, man, I treat her like a princess. I buy her presents, feed her, clothe her, cater to her, and once a month she gets a free trip. What more could she want?”

  Honesty? Integrity? A man who actually cared about her and wasn’t putting her future on the chopping block for his own selfish gain?

  “I can’t imagine. So what’s the deal? What are you running?”

  “Cocaine. We’ve got a great supplier and he gives me plenty of product. I just sent the money over. It’s a nice clean transaction, and so far no hassles with the Border Patrol.”

  “You’ve been lucky. How are they hiding it?”

  “I had several hiding spots made in the new car I bought Lacey this year. And the scent is masked in case there are drug dogs. It’s slick, I’m telling you.” He leaned in closer. “We’re running a ton of coke here in the city alone. I’m looking to branch out territory, take it statewide and then beyond. You came back at just the right time. I’d really like to tap into your Chicago connections.”

  His nonexistent Chicago connections. “You got it. Anything you need me to do, just let me know.”

  As if he finally relaxed, Bo leaned back in the chair. “I have some really good guys working for me, but none that I’m close to like you and I were. I’d like to have you as my second-in-command someday. If you’re interested.”

  “You know I would be.”

  Bo nodded. “You’ll need to prove yourself, of course. Not just to me, but to the higher-ups in the Hellraisers national organization. Once you do, then you’ll progress fast and I’ll have you positioned right where I want you.”

  “Okay. What do you need from me?”

  “I need you to do a run for me into California tomorrow.”

  Rick just bet he did. What he wanted was to make sure Rick had no ties to Ava, so that he could ship Ava off with Lacey into Mexico. If Rick objected, then there’d be trouble.

  This was make it or break it time.

  The problem was, everything was now on the line—the assignment, Rick’s cover, and Ava’s safety. Rick would have to be very careful how he played the game moving forward.

  “That sounds fine.”

  “Good.” Bo paused, looked around, then back at him. “So tell me what’s the deal with you and Ava.”

  Rick shrugged. “Ava’s just a fuck. I don’t even know her. I figured she was a Hellraiser babe.”

  “Nah. She’s Lacey’s friend. Pops in to see Lace every now and then, but otherwise she’s nothing to the Hellraisers. I just wanted to know if she meant something to you.”

  Rick had to play it cool, had to know where Bo was going with this. “To me? She doesn’t mean anything at all.”

  “So she’s disposable.”

  “Hell yes, she’s disposable. I don’t keep women in my life. Never have, never will.”

  Bo’s smirk sent a warning signal his way, especially when Bo lifted his gaze over Rick’s shoulder.

  Rick turned around.

  Fuck.

  Ava was standing right behind him. And the shocked expression on her face told him she’d heard what he’d just said.

  Ava swallowed, but there was a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.

  She was just a fuck. Disposable. He didn’t even know her.

  The things he’d said shouldn’t hurt, because he was right. He was right about all of it.

  But goddammit, it did hurt. It hurt bad. She didn’t know which was worse—being stunned over hearing Rick tell Bo how he really felt about her, or finding out how she felt about him.

  When had she started to care?

  Rick pushed back from the table. “Ava.”

  She held up her hand. “Don’t. Just …”

  She pivoted and turned, pushing past an open-mouthed Lacey. Hoping like hell that no one followed her, she punched the button for the elevator, grateful that the doors pulled open immediately and no one was in there. She hurried in and jammed the button for the second floor, her gaze fixated on the lobby in front of her, searching out Rick or Lacey.

  The doors closed and she exhaled.

  When she got to her room, she bolted the door and took a moment to lean against it.

  You’re waiting for him. You want him to come after you.

  You are so stupid, Ava, because he isn’t going to. Weren’t you listening downstairs? You’re disposable.

  What was she so upset about anyway? She’d come here to see Lacey, to find out how she was doing and see if she could repair their friendship.

  That part, at least, seemed to be going well. Lacey had asked her this morning to go to Mexico with her. A short, two-day trip, but Lacey said she often went, stayed overnight at a wonderful resort and got the full spa treatment, then headed back. A gift from Bo, Lacey had said, because Bo traveled a lot on business—what business that was Ava had no idea—and he felt guilty leaving Lacey alone so much.

  Of course if Lacey was in school she wouldn’t be lonely and bored, but that was a topic Ava intended to bring up once she got Lacey all to herself in Mexico. So she agreed to accompany her, in fact couldn’t wait for some one-on-one time with her best friend.

  Time to focus on Lacey, not on Rick. She’d already wasted too much time with Rick, and look where it had gotten her? She’d conjured up ridiculous notions that he cared for her, that she cared for him, as if they had some kind of relationship, when in fact all they’d had was sex.

  She might have been nothing but a fuck to him, but guess what? That’s exactly what he’d been to her. A hot guy she could stretch her sexual muscles with. He’d at least been fun for that.

  Now that it was over, she’d concentrate on Lacey.

  And forget all about Rick.

  Easy, right?

  Rick dragged his fingers through his hair and paced, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to make this right.

  The first thing he did after Ava ran off was pretend it didn’t matter. Lacey glared at him and called him an asshole, but he just shrugged and Bo laughed. He’d done his job, even if he felt like shit about it.

  He’d hurt Ava. He hadn’t meant to. If he’d
known she had come into the coffee shop and was within earshot, he’d never said those things to Bo about her.

  Bo had set him up, had seen Ava and Lacey coming in and wanted to make sure Ava heard Rick say those things.

  He had his cousin to thank for this mess.

  But Rick wanted Bo to think that Ava meant nothing to him, to clear the way for his advancement in the Hellraisers, and to make sure nothing stood in the way of Rick being in the right position to find out what Bo was going to do. There was a major drug buy on the line, and Rick needed to make sure it didn’t get cancelled.

  The problem was, he did care about Ava. He did worry about her. The best thing that could come out of her eavesdropping would be her falling apart and deciding to run home to her father, thereby clearing the way for him to focus only on what Bo was up to. Ava would be safe then, and that part of his job would be over.

  Unfortunately, no such luck. And despite the illegal drug distribution angle, Ava was his primary assignment. His job was to prevent any major connection between Ava and drugs. Bringing in cocaine across the border would be a massive clusterfuck, and probably cost him his job.

  He really liked his job. And it was damn time he stopped playing around with Ava and started doing his job. What the hell did it matter what she thought of him? When this assignment was over, he was off to the next one and Ava would be nothing but a distant memory.

  After Bo and Lacey took off, Rick went back to his room, grabbed his cell phone and dialed Grange’s number. The general picked up on the second ring, and Rick filled him in on what was going to happen.

  “Well, shit,” Grange said. “So your cousin is using his girlfriend as a mule, and has decided to drag the senator’s daughter into his game.”

  “Looks that way.”

  “It’s obvious Bo doesn’t have any idea who Ava is, does he?”

  “I don’t think so. No way would he allow a high-profile person like Senator Vargas’s daughter to carry drugs across the Mexican border. A bust could break the Hellraisers and lead directly to him.”

  “Okay. What do you want to do about it?”

  Leave it to Grange to drop the ball right at Rick’s feet. “I want to let Ava and Lacey go into Mexico. But I want to be there. I also want to get Bo into Mexico. This is an opportunity to break up a major drug import and distribution ring. I can’t just walk away from this by pulling Ava out.”

  Grange went quiet for a few seconds. “Risky. The Feds aren’t going to like this.”

  Rick smiled. “But you aren’t going to tell them yet, are you?”

  “Of course not. I’ll wait until you’re already in Mexico and I’ll take the heat for the decision to let this play out.”

  Just like Grange to shoulder the burden.

  “Thanks.”

  “You’d better have something figured out that clears Ava by the time you reach the U.S. border, though.”

  “You got it.”

  “And if things get sticky, get Ava out of there and let this drug business with your cousin go.”

  “I know. She’s the number-one priority. I’ll keep you posted.”

  He hung up and paced again, trying to formulate a plan. Bo wanted him out of the state. Rick would have to change his mind.

  Then again, maybe not. Maybe he could head on down into Mexico without Bo knowing. Or at least without Bo knowing just yet. Because Bo would find out eventually—after Rick got there.

  And that’s exactly the way Rick wanted this game to play out.

  He grinned and went in search of Bo.

  TEN

  Ava inhaled and exhaled, sinking deep into the cushy table where she was being massaged. She could almost imagine she was floating somewhere in the deep sea, lost amidst the creatures that inhabited the vast ocean. Just drifting endlessly without a care in the world.

  Lacey was right. Mexico was heaven. She was oiled, rubbed, pampered, the strains of some sweet classical music lulling her into a near coma of bliss.

  All this lavish attention almost took her mind off the gnawing emptiness and pain of what Rick had done to her yesterday.

  Almost.

  Fortunately she had Lacey with her—at least some of the time—talking to her nonstop about everything and nothing.

  Now that they didn’t have school and their future careers to work on together any longer, Ava realized she and Lacey had very little common ground. Lacey liked to talk about Bo—a lot. Her entire world revolved around Bo. What she and Bo did together, where they went, what little presents he bought for her …

  And sex. She talked nonstop about all the sex she was having with Bo.

  Which would be fine if all the sexy talk didn’t make Ava think about Rick. And she’d vowed she wasn’t going to think about Rick anymore. After all, he wasn’t thinking about her. He was probably off picking up a new girl, what with women being disposable and all.

  “You’re tensing up ma’am. Try to relax.”

  “Sorry.” Ava cleared her mind again and focused on the soft music and equally soft hands of Carla, her masseuse. She closed her eyes and imagined herself rich and pampered, getting massages like this every week, having an idle life where all she did was shop and live in the lap of luxury.

  Ha. She’d be bored senseless. She was already bored senseless. She’d been here twenty-four hours and she was ready to go home. How Lacey did these trips by herself was beyond Ava’s ability to comprehend.

  It was certainly a nice experience. The town was lovely, the people were friendly, there was plenty of shopping, and the food was good. The spa and hotel were awesome, catering to her every need. The staff knew Lacey very well since she’d been coming here often. Still, Ava was bored.

  And dammit, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rick.

  After her massage, she went to search for Lacey, who’d gotten a massage at the same time. They were going to meet up for a late lunch afterward. But she was nowhere to be found. The woman working the front desk at the spa said Lacey had left a message saying she was going up to her room to take a nap.

  Figured. Lacey was always either talking Ava’s ear off or sound asleep.

  She decided to go take a shower, wash the oil off from the massage, and maybe relax and read.

  She grabbed a sandwich on her way up to her room, and after her shower, grabbed it and took a spot out on the balcony. Such an amazing panorama of the town, and off to the right she caught a peek of the ocean and white sand.

  While she ate, she enjoyed the warm air and beautiful view of the waving trees and the colorful town below. Such a mix of colors, and Ava had always enjoyed people watching. She always wondered what people were doing, where they were going.

  Maybe because watching other people go about their lives was so much more interesting than her own. Because here she was, sitting up in her room when she could either be out shopping or at the beach on this beautiful day.

  Hadn’t she learned anything? They had one more day here and she was sitting on a hotel balcony when a once-in-a-lifetime experience was just a short walk away.

  So what was it going to be? Shopping or some time on the beach?

  She and Lacey had shopped yesterday. She’d even haggled with a few of the merchants—it was expected, as Lacey explained.

  She should check out the beach.

  It was time to dig her toes in the sand and live a little. She didn’t need Lacey to hold her hand—or Rick. She could do it by herself.

  She threw on her swimsuit and cover-up, slipped into her sandals, and made her way down the slope toward the water. Dusky-colored rock walls rose up on either side of her. There was no concrete path, just sand, worn from the people who’d come before her. She made her way through the maze of rocks until she found the clearing.

  Breathtaking. Clear blue water, mountains on the other side, and no one was around. She stood and listened to the crashing sound of the waves, watched them ride their way to shore. She kicked off her sandals and moved in a few feet so the water trickled o
ver her toes.

  It was warm, inviting. She dropped to the sand and straightened her legs, clearing her mind.

  This was so much better than sitting in her room.

  She dragged the beach towel out of her bag, pulled off her cover-up, and lay down.

  As soon as she closed her eyes, Rick’s face swam before her. She sighed, giving up the thought of forgetting about him.

  She wished he were here with her, lying on the beach with her, folding her into his arms and kissing her. She missed talking to him, hearing the sound of his voice, his laughter. He seemed to understand her in ways no other man ever had. What man had ever even bothered to listen to her before? And he didn’t agree with everything she said just to get her in bed. He helped her reason things out about Lacey.

  But it went beyond just talking. She missed making love to him, the way he’d awakened her body. Her senses throbbed every time she thought about his kisses, his touch, the way she felt when he was inside her.

  How could a man affect her so deeply after only a few short days? What was so special about him that was different than any other guy she’d known?

  He had seemed so perfect for her. They had seemed to fit so well together. How could she have been so wrong about him? What he’d said to Bo just didn’t fit what she knew about him. Was she that bad a judge of character that she hadn’t been able to see who he really was? Had he played her that well? She was a reasonably intelligent woman who knew how to spot a player. Or at least she thought she was.

  Too much thinking. Thinking that was getting her nowhere. She and Rick were over. Why couldn’t she just let it go?

  “You could tempt a man to sin looking like that.”

  Ava shot up and grabbed her cover-up, shielding her face from the sun. A silhouette stood in the bright sunlight, a dark shadow she couldn’t make out. She grabbed her bag, then scrambled to her feet, hoping to hell someone else was on this stretch of beach besides her and some stranger. What the hell was she thinking coming out here alone?

  “Ava.”

  Her whole body went rigid. “Rick?” She fished into her bag for her sunglasses, slid them on. He stood there, barefoot in jeans and a sleeveless muscle shirt, holding his boots in his hand. His dark sunglasses made him look reckless, sexy, like the bad boy she figured him to be. Her legs went weak. “What are you doing here?”