John felt a punch of guilt, both that he’d blamed her death on Sydney, and that Grace hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him she was in trouble. In making himself safe from emotion, he’d made himself so unapproachable that he’d even driven away the members of his own team.
Well, that stopped now. He was stepping up as a leader and as a man. As soon as he figured out precisely how.
“Get going.” One of the guards jabbed John with the butt of his rifle, prodding him toward the door. Two others closed around him, weapons drawn, and the three marched him out of the room while Tiberius remained in the security hub, no doubt planning to watch and listen in on everything that John and Sydney said to one another.
Fine, John thought. Go ahead and listen. It’s not going to be what you expect.
The guards descended the marble stairs, boots ringing on stone, and escorted John down a long hallway with doors on either side. He tracked their progress against the blueprint inside his head and realized they were headed toward Sydney’s old quarters, which were right near the lab space.
Something loosened inside him at the realization that she’d been stashed in relative safety, at least for the moment. But that left him not knowing where Michael, Drew and Jimmy were being kept, which could become a problem if they got free and needed to move fast.
Because he sure as hell didn’t believe Tiberius. The moment the bastard got the password, they were all as good as dead.
“In here.” One of the guards swiped a key card and a door swung open. The other two covered John with their weapons, making the threat clear: one wrong move and you’re a wet spot on the floor.
But they didn’t need to worry, he didn’t intend to try anything. Not yet, anyway.
Still, his gut was tight as he let the guards hustle him through the door, and the panel shut behind him.
Sydney stood in the center of the room, cheeks stained with tears. She looked at him, eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and hope, as though afraid to trust him to believe, when he’d been so ready to turn on her before.
He didn’t say anything, simply crossed to her, opened his arms and gathered her close. He held her tight, feeling her heart beat in time with his. Dropping his cheek to her hair, he whispered, “I’m sorry about before, in the woods. I should’ve acted different. I wasn’t mad, I swear. I didn’t think you’d led them to us, I was just—” He broke off, not even sure he could explain it to himself.
On one level he’d been overjoyed to see her, on another, so terrified for her that he’d wanted to shake her, to hug her, to touch her all over until he was sure she was okay.
All of those feelings had sort of logjammed together in his brain and he’d wound up doing nothing.
“It’s okay.” Her arms snuck around his waist. “You were in agent mode. I get that.” She drew in a shaky breath. “I didn’t get it at the time, but I get it now.”
“You’re sure?” He eased away so he could look into her tearstained face. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah.” She used her hands to swipe at her cheeks. “You?”
“I’m scared.”
“Excuse me?” The look on her face might’ve been comical under any other circumstance.
As it was, he drew her close again, feeling their time running out as he tried to find the words, tried to let her know that he got it now, he finally understood his own heart. “I’m scared that I’m going to mess this up, that I’m going to hurt you.” He paused. “But I’m more scared by the thought of losing you. I don’t want that. I want us to be together. I want to learn how to be the man you need, because whether either of us likes it or not, you’re the woman I need. The woman I want.”
When he paused, she said softly, “Say it.”
He took a deep breath. “You’re the woman I love.” When his heart didn’t stop beating at the words, when the world kept going on around them and time kept passing, he let out a long breath. “I love you. Please tell me I’m not too late.”
SYDNEY WANTED TO BELIEVE him. The need pounded in her bloodstream and spun through her soul, but she held herself back. What if this was another move in the game he’d been playing all along? What if—
That was just it, she realized. There were too many what-ifs. She could think of far too many reasons for him to say he loved her, and almost all of them seemed more plausible than believing he’d really, truly come around.
It was far more likely that he’d found another angle to play than believing he was ready to change.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her heart breaking with the words. “I don’t know how to believe you.”
He closed his eyes on a wince of exquisite pain, then nodded sharply. “I understand. I can wait until you figure it out, because I’m not going anywhere this time. I promise.”
Then, instead of turning away, he held her close. For a second, Sydney closed her eyes and simply absorbed the feel of him against her, and the sense of security—albeit false—that he brought her. Unable to do otherwise, she slid her hands up across his strong back and returned the embrace, pressing her cheek against his chest and letting his shirt absorb the moisture from her tears.
He brushed his lips across her temple, his lips barely moving as he whispered. “In about ninety seconds the guards are going to come back. I’m supposed to be convincing you to give up the password. He says if you do, he’ll let all of us go.”
Sydney stiffened. “Is that what this was all about? More games?”
He muttered a curse. “No. I was—and am—telling you the God’s honest truth. About my feelings and about what’s going to happen next. We don’t have much time, so listen carefully. I want you to give him the password.”
She started to pull away in shock, but he held her tightly, forestalling the move. That forced her to turn her face into his, so they were pressed cheek-to-cheek in a lover’s embrace when she whispered, “Why?”
“Bringing Tiberius down is my responsibility, not yours. You more than did your duty by giving us all the information you did. Everything else was just…me being a blind, judgmental idiot, I guess.”
A few days ago, even a few hours ago, she would’ve given anything to have him acknowledge such a thing.
Now it just ticked her off.
“No.” She put her hands flat on his chest and pushed, creating enough distance that she could look up and glare at him. “You don’t get to decide that now. You’re at least partially responsible for me being back here, so you’re darn well going to let me help fix what I did wrong.” She leaned in and touched her lips to his in the briefest hint of a kiss, and felt the surprise vibrate through his big frame. But it was just another move in the game he’d drawn her into, because she used the kiss to murmur, “Now listen up. I have an idea, but you’re going to have to trust me….”
CHAPTER TWELVE
WHEN SHE’D FINISHED explaining the plan, John growled, “No. Just give him the password and let me take care of the rest.”
“Sorry,” she said stubbornly. “I don’t take orders from you unless they make sense. These don’t. Besides, my way will work. You just have to trust me.”
And there it was.
“Is that what this is about?” he whispered. “Some sort of a test? It’s not enough for me to tell you I believe you?”
That made her eyes go sad. She drew away and touched his face, skimming the back of her knuckles along his stubble-roughened jaw. “Poor John. So used to being suspicious you don’t know how not to be.”
And then their time was up. The door slid open behind them and the guards reentered, followed by Tiberius himself.
The scholarly-looking bastard saw John and Sydney wrapped together in an embrace and his lips twitched. “Touching. Just behave yourselves and you might live long enough to do it again.”
When he moved toward them, John put himself in front of Sydney.
“Don’t be stupidly heroic,” Tiberius advised him. “You’re outnumbered and outgunned.” He paused. “Come
on. Computer time.” He gestured Sydney to the computer terminal sitting on a desk nearby, no doubt the one she’d used to work on her sequence late at night when she’d been unable to sleep.
John could picture her there, all alone, and his anger at Tiberius only increased.
“Not here,” Sydney contradicted. “It’s got to be done on the computer where the program was originally input, or it won’t work.”
Tiberius stared at her, unblinking. “I think you’re bluffing.”
“Are you willing to take that chance?”
He was silent so long John thought he wasn’t going to agree. Then he did, turning away and jerking his head at the three guards. “Bring them to the lab. If either of them tries something, shoot them both. Leave the woman alive. If the agent dies, I won’t be too upset.”
The absolute unconcern in his voice was beyond chilling, giving a glimpse into the monster that lived within the professorial shell.
One of the guards grabbed Sydney and dragged her out into the hallway. John growled and lunged after the bastard, but the guard behind him slammed his rifle butt into John’s kidneys, driving him to his knees.
“Enough,” the guard behind him snapped. “Be glad there aren’t any holes in your girlfriend. Yet.”
The guards marched John and Sydney down the remainder of the hallway to where it dead-ended in a set of airlock-type doors that were plastered with biohazard decals and warnings. As they passed, John noticed that several of the doors were ajar, where they’d been closed and locked before. He caught a glimpse of living quarters, bare, with a scattering of debris that looked like a hasty evac.
He became aware of a low vibration running through the floor beneath his feet and the air around them. At first he thought it might be a generator running in the basement, powering the big compound. But the noise was new. He hadn’t heard it before.
When they passed an exterior door that was locked and barred, the sound became more distinct. It was a helicopter getting up to temp for takeoff. Beneath the rotor-thump, he thought he heard the sound of boats motoring off into the distance, as well.
Not a generator. A full-scale evacuation.
Time was running out.
One of the guards used his passkey to open the lab doors, and John realized that was an indication that the majority of the guards in the security hub were already gone, because otherwise they would’ve been buzzed in remotely.
As they moved through the doors into the lab, he caught Sydney’s eyes and saw the knowledge there. She nodded, and he saw fear, but no sign that she was ready to give up.
I love you, he wanted to say again. He saw her eyes widen fractionally, as though she’d read the sentiment in his expression. Even thinking the words made him feel bigger and meaner and ready to fight to protect his woman.
Before, he’d thought of love as something that would make him weaker. Instead, it was making him strong.
He could only hope it would make him tough enough to get Sydney and his team off the island before it blew.
“You said you needed the input terminal.” Tiberius gestured to a row of low desks, each holding a computer connected to one or more pieces of high-tech lab equipment. “Do your thing.” He glanced at his watch. “You’ve got ten minutes.”
“Or?” she countered.
“Or I’ll have my men shoot Agent Sharpe here, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Responding to his boss’s threat, the guy behind John reversed his rifle, so it wasn’t the butt poking into his kidneys anymore, but rather the business end of the weapon. Which complicated things, but only a little.
Sydney looked over at him one last time.
“Give him what he wants,” John said. “He’s won.” He didn’t have to fake the frustration in his voice. They were too close to checkmate for his comfort. Far too close.
Eyes filming, Sydney nodded and crossed to one of the terminals. Sitting at the roll-away desk chair, she tapped the mouse to wake the screen out of saver mode. The cursor blinked against a blank field, with a one-word question glowing on the screen: Password?
Sydney typed in something and hit Enter. The screen blanked for a second, then the same word returned: Password?
She typed in a second string and hit Enter, and again the screen blanked before the password prompt returned. She typed in a third string.
Before she could hit Enter, Tiberius warned in a low growl, “Don’t play games with me, Sydney. You won’t like what happens.”
“I know what happens,” she said softly, almost whispering. “I remember what you did to Jenny Marie.”
Tiberius grabbed one of the guards’ weapons and crossed to her. He pressed the gun barrel to her temple and leaned over her. “Then what are you doing?”
John held himself still, barely breathing, fighting the mad impulse to leap across the room and rip the bastard away from Sydney. Things only got worse when she turned a little and glanced at him, and he saw her lips frame the words, “I’m sorry.”
Then she hit Enter.
The computer emitted a startled-sounding beep and the screen went dark. Half a second later, the power cut out completely, plunging them into darkness.
THE MOMENT THE LIGHTS went out, Sydney flung herself backward in the chair. It rolled a few feet before it hit something and overbalanced, spilling her to the floor. She hit hard and saw stars but kept rolling, desperate to get away from Tiberius.
Gunfire exploded in the close confines of the lab, and she could hear equipment smashing to pieces. The scientist in her cringed as her auto-sequencers and PCR machines bit the dust, but the emerging patriot in her—along with her human survival instincts—wanted only to get out of the lab.
She heard a crash nearby, a volley of gunshots and rapid-fire masculine cursing.
Then silence. A single set of running footsteps. The sound of a door opening and slamming shut. More silence.
The darkness pressed around Sydney, making her feel very small and alone all of a sudden. She huddled up against the flat plane of a wall, barely daring to breathe. Where was John? Was he dead? Captured?
Had he, God forbid, left her there alone, still playing his game?
No, she told herself firmly. He wouldn’t. He loves me. He said so and I believe him.
Then, out of the darkness, his voice said, “Syd? You okay?”
Her breath exploded from her in a whoosh of relief. “I’m fine. You?”
“What did you do?”
“The first word killed the lab network permanently. The second and third together triggered another program that took the electric grid offline and FUBARed the rest of the networks on the island.”
“Of course it did.” But there was warmth in his voice rather than frustration. She heard the click of weaponry and clothing, presumably as he disarmed the guards he’d taken out. “Tiberius got away,” he said after a moment.
Which explained the footsteps and slamming door, damn it. “Think we can catch him?”
There was a pause, and she could almost feel the internal battle before he said, “Let’s find the others and get back to the boat. We’ll get him another time.”
“Which puts you back at square one,” Sydney said. Guilt stabbed at her. “You’re going to be back to hunting him without any really good connection to a prosecutable crime. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” She heard him move closer, felt his arms come around her. “And I’m not exactly back where I started, either.”
Then he kissed her, leaving no doubt as to his meaning.
She leaned into him as warmth speared through her. The darkness created warm intimacy even as the feel of a pistol in one of his hands, pressing into her back when he gathered her close against the hard wall of his chest, kept the sense of danger close by, adding to the thrill.
Heat bloomed as he slanted his mouth across hers and took it deeper, need spiraling up to become lust, desire becoming almost an obsession.
Yet alongside the physical sensation
s, new, scary emotions took root.
She was safe in his arms, yet exposed. She felt raw, her emotions too close to the surface, too uncertain. She’d thought she loved him, but what did she know about loving a man? He’d been a challenge, a conquest. There didn’t seem to be any possible way for them to make it work. They were too different, and too alike in the wrong ways.
They were both stubborn and headstrong, and too used to running the show. If they tried to have a future, they’d probably wind up killing each other.
Then again, if they didn’t get their butts in gear, their future—shared or separate—was down to twelve minutes or so.
They broke apart by unspoken accord. “Time to go,” he said, voice rough with passion. He cleared his throat. “Here. Take this.”
He pressed a weapon into her hand.
The small pistol was heavier than she would’ve imagined, and warm from his body heat. Her fingers curled around the grip and found the trigger. “Just point and shoot?”
“There’s a safety.” He guided her finger to the little sliding bump along one side of the trigger guard.
“Which one’s off?”
“It’s already off. Just leave it there for now…and yeah, with the safety off, it’s point and shoot, but stick with me and it won’t come to that, okay?”
“Promise?”
“I’ll promise you whatever you want,” he said simply.
The sentiment had her heart lodging in her throat as she began to believe he really meant it. He loved her. The very idea of it had worlds opening up before her even as the time ran out around them.
“What’s the plan?” she asked, suddenly filled with renewed determination to get the hell off Rocky Cliff Island.
She’d done it once. She could do it again.
“Where do you think Tiberius is holding the others?”
She thought for a moment. “There are some wings I was never given access to.” Those had been the blanks on the blueprints that they’d tried to fill in from satellite images and guesswork. “If I had to guess, I’d say he keeps his prisoners somewhere on the ground floor, north wing.” She swallowed hard. “That’s closest to the cliffs.”
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