The Dangerous Jacob Wilde

Enough for what?

Jake shot a glance at Addison.

That, as the Danish prince had said a long time ago, was the question.

There’d been that other moment, too, when the truth of his own life had forced its way into his thoughts. Memories of the night he’d lost those men.

Men?

Jake shifted his weight, flexed his hands on the steering wheel.

Boys. Eighteen. Nineteen. The oldest had been twenty-one. And they’d died because he’d been too late, too late, too late—

“Jacob?”

Addison touched his arm. He damn near jumped out of his skin. It took a minute to remember where he was.

Who he was with.

A woman who knew nothing about him except that he was supposed to be some kind of hero.

“Jacob,” she said again, “we’re going awfully fast.”

He looked at the speedometer. Eased his foot off the gas until they were down to a reasonable speed.

Like ninety.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Everything’s fine.”

He wanted to tell her. He ached for it. The sweet relief that would come of telling her that he didn’t deserve the medals, the adulation, the nonsense the world had heaped on him.

He couldn’t.

What if she looked at him the way he looked at himself each morning? Looked at him with disappointment and, worse still, disgust?

Angie’s was right ahead, the sign—Angie’s Café, Open 24 Hours—blinking on and off as it had always done.

Thank God for small favors, he thought, as he pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine.

“See?” he said brightly. “What’d I tell you? Angie’s is never closed. Of course, you won’t find tofu on the menu …”

Her silver eyes were filled with question.

He cursed, reached for her, took her in his arms and held her against his heart.

“Stop worrying about me,” he said softly. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t buying it. He could see it in her face.

“Honey.” His voice roughened. “I just need—I need what you’ve given me, okay? This day. This night.” He paused. “Most of all, I need you.”

It was the truth.

He wasn’t sure what that meant or where it was taking him.

The only certainty was that what was going on inside him scared the hell out of him.