Mine to Have (Mine 5)

Goosebumps rose on her arms. “Saxon?”

“I’d destroy him. I’d destroy anyone who wanted to hurt you.”

There was a hard, flat tone of utter certainty in his voice. She shivered.

His head cocked to the right. “Does that scare you?”

“Nothing about you scares me.” That was the truth. She wanted all of him, good and bad and everything in between.

His hand lifted and his knuckles slid over her cheek. “I can be here, wearing the suit, pretending to be someone else, but deep inside…we both know what I am.”

“Saxon—”

“A killer, a—”

“No.” She caught his hand and held tight to it. “You’re a fighter. A protector. You’re the man I-I want.” She’d almost said he was the man she loved. But Elizabeth had held back. Why? Because she was scared. Not of him, never of him. Her eyes searched his as worry slid into her heart. “Something’s happened.’

He gave a faint nod. “I have to leave town for a bit. One of the winery’s security guards will be seeing you home today.”

Her hold tightened on him. “Where are you going?”

His gaze became shuttered. “To see Victor.”

He was holding back on her. “What’s going on?” When he was silent, she stepped closer to him. “Please, Saxon, tell me.”

He glanced away from her. “I’m going to see my brother. A short trip. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Liar,” she whispered.

His lips curled the faintest bit. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He pulled away from her and headed toward the door.

She stood there a moment, her mind whirling, then she blurted, “I want to come with you.”

He stilled. “That’s not an option.”

“Why not? If you’re just going to visit Victor…”

Saxon looked back at her.

She could see the terrible truth in his eyes. “Victor is in trouble, isn’t he?” Her voice was hushed.

The lines near his mouth deepened. “I’ll take care of him. It’s what we do. We take care of each other. Me, Victor, and Jasmine…” He turned away again.

She raced across the room and blocked his path before he could reach the door. “I want to help. Whatever is going on here, let me help you.”

He stared down at her. There was longing on his face, in his eyes, but he gave a determined shake of his head. “There’s one thing I won’t risk for him.”

“What? Saxon, I don’t understand what’s happening.”

His hands curled around her shoulders. He pulled her up against him. Crushed his mouth to hers. Kissed her with a wild fury that made her heart race and her body ache.

“You,” he rasped against her mouth. “I won’t risk you.”

Then he left her, striding quickly from the room.

And Elizabeth knew that whatever was happening—whatever dangers Victor faced—they were very, very bad. The last time she’d seen Victor, he’d been determined to get the hit on her canceled.

Whatever has happened to him…it’s because of me.

***

The airport was busy when Saxon strode inside. There were families around, laughing, talking. Businessmen rushing to collect their luggage.

He barely spared any of them a glance. Everything happening around him—it was all just noise. Getting to Victor, saving his brother, that was his priority.

He hadn’t called Jasmine. He didn’t know what he’d find waiting for him in South Carolina, and he didn’t want to risk Jazz, too. Tracy had promised to provide support for him—and he would trust her. Victor had said the woman was a good agent, the best on his team.

He would—

The noise around him dimmed because she was there. Standing just a few feet away and nervously biting her lip.

“Elizabeth?”

She swallowed and nodded.

He was at her side in an instant. “What the hell are you doing here?” He’d left her all safe and sound back at the winery. She shouldn’t be in that busy California airport with him.

“Something has happened to Victor, right?”

His back teeth clenched. “Yes.”

“Because of me?”

He looked away.

“You do that…you look away when you don’t want to lie to me.”

Saxon caught her arms and walked her over toward the wall, blocking her view of everyone else with his body. “Whatever is going on—”

“It’s because of me. Victor was trying to help me. And now you’re flying off, and I’m coming with you.”

The hell she was.

But Elizabeth reached into her bag and she pulled out a ticket. “After you rushed out on me, I talked with Vanessa. She’d booked your flight, so I got her to book mine, too.”

No, this wasn’t happening. “You can’t come with me.”

On the intercom, he heard them announce the boarding for his flight. He backed away from Elizabeth, but she caught his hand.

“Why not?”

And he wouldn’t lie. “Because the bastard who has Vic—that bastard wants you! He wants to trade Vic’s life for yours, and that isn’t happening.”

She paled as she stared up at him.

“I can’t lose you, and I won’t lose Vic.” That meant he went on the plane by himself. “You mean too much to me.” And because he didn’t know what the hell was going to happen when he got to South Carolina, he leaned forward and kissed her once more. This kiss was different from the one he’d given her in the winery. Not wild, but soft and sensual. He poured his emotions into that kiss. He wanted her to know how he felt even if he didn’t have the words that he should be able to give her.

Do I love her?

Yes, he thought he did. But he’d never told a woman that he loved her. Never had those words come out. He wasn’t sure they could. He was so screwed up on the inside. Far more damaged than his sweet Elizabeth probably realized.

I knew she was too good for me, but I couldn’t stay away. And once he’d had her, there had been no going back for him.

“Good-bye,” Saxon breathed the words against her lips, then he kissed her once more. This time, when he kissed her, he could taste the salt of her tears on his tongue.

He turned away and headed for the plane.

***

Saxon buckled his seatbelt and leaned his head back against the seat. He’d need to get a weapon when he arrived in South Carolina. And he’d check in with Tracy to see what kind of reinforcements would be available from the FBI.

His eyes closed as he planned.

Getting Victor out alive was priority one. Making sure that—

He smelled honey. Sweet, sweet honey. Something soft brushed against his knee.

Saxon shook his head even as his eyes opened. Elizabeth was there and currently sliding into the seat right behind his. He caught her arm. “What are you doing?”

She glanced down at his hand. “I think I told you before, I won’t have you risking your life for me again. I won’t let you or your brother be in danger because of me.”

“You don’t understand—”

“No, Saxon, you don’t understand.” The tears were gone from her eyes. She stared up at him and said, “I love you, and I won’t let you just fly away from me. If there is something I can to do help you, I will.”

I love you.

He hadn’t heard anything past that. Tell her that you love her, too. Tell her. But he couldn’t speak a word.

The flight attendant’s voice drifted through the plane as she began her safety spiel.

“It’s okay,” Elizabeth told him with a soft smile. “I know you don’t love me yet. It’s too fast, I get it. But do I love you, Saxon, and I’m coming with you. I’m going to be by your side. I’m going to—”

“Why?”

Her smile widened. “Because that’s what family does.”

No, no…why do you love me? And why was it suddenly so hard for him to actually speak?

/>   She caught his hand and brought his scarred knuckles to her lips. “Whatever is waiting for us, we’ll face it, together.”

The hell they would. “He wants you.” He’d told her that already. “The bastard is trying to trade your life for Victor’s.” That’s a trade that will never happen. I’ll protect her. Always. Victor was his brother, and he’d do just about anything for the man. Take a bullet, give up his life.

But there was one thing he wouldn’t do.

I’ll never trade her. Because she just meant too much to him.

***