Need Me (Dark Obsession 3)

In the next instant, Gabe was in front of her. To be such a big guy, he sure could move quickly. When his warm, strong hands touched her skin, Eve flinched, totally unprepared for the hot surge of awareness that shot through her. For months her body had been poked and prodded by dozens of specialists. She’d felt nothing. Been too numb. But one touch from Gabe …

Her gaze darted to his face. There was no sexual awareness in his gaze. No, his eyes were narrowed and intent on the scar that slid around the left side of her neck. “I—I have more scars,” she whispered. She’d been ashamed of them at first, so many injuries, but if they were proof, if they could help her … “Someone used a knife on me.” Long, deep slices. Two on her stomach. One on her thigh. One on her back. One on her left shoulder.

His fingers were caressing her neck, lightly stroking her skin.

He was tall, had to be about six-foot-three or six-foot-four, so she had to tilt her head back to fully meet his gaze. “Help me? Please?”

Their faces were so close. If someone came inside that office, they’d probably think they were embracing. Lovers. And, for just the briefest of moments, she did see a burning flash of awareness in Gabe’s eyes. A surge of heat. Desire.

Her body tensed.

That flash vanished from his gaze. “Let me learn more,” he said, voice guarded, “then I’ll see about taking the case.”

She nodded, refusing to let her hope slip away. But there was just one more thing. Unfortunately. She kept her chin up as she confessed, “I don’t have any money. I can’t pay you. I mean, if you take—” Her cheeks burned as she tried to press on. “I can work for you. I can help at LOST, I can do anything, just—”

Help me stop being no one.

Gabe seemed to shrug that concern way. “We’ll work out payment later. If I take your case.”

He stepped away from her. She immediately missed the warmth of his body. What was wrong with her? She didn’t react this way to men. She didn’t react this way to anyone.

“I’ll need to see your medical reports. Need to know where you were found before you were brought to the hospital. Who brought you in. I’ll want to talk to all of your doctors.”

Eve nodded quickly. “Right, of course.”

A muscle flexed along his hard jaw. “If you’re lying to me, you’ll come to regret it very quickly.”

The words held a silken menace.

“Why would I lie?” Eve whispered. Who would want this life? No, not a life. Nothing.

“Because the woman that you claim to be, the woman in that picture … Jessica Montgomery … her family is very, very wealthy.”

It wasn’t about the money. It was about being someone.

“I look just like her.” Her words were hoarse. There was no way she and that woman could share the same face. That wasn’t a coincidence.

“All of the Lady Killer’s victims are similar in appearance. Blond hair, green eyes, mid-twenties.” A pause. “Beautiful.”

She shifted uncomfortably before him. “If I’m not her, then I’m still someone. My life is missing. Just … I want it back. I want to know what happened to me.”

After a long, tense moment, he nodded, but said, “Sometimes, you should be careful what you want in this world. If you are one of the Lady Killer’s victims, what do you think will happen next?”

Goose bumps rose onto her arms.

“From all accounts, he stalked these women. Chose them specifically. They are his targets. His prey. Wonder how he’ll react when he realizes that one of his victims got away?”

She could feel all of the blood draining from her head. For just an instant she could smell the scent of the ocean. Could hear the cry of a seagull.

No, that wasn’t a seagull. It was a scream. My scream?

Her mouth had gone dust dry with fear, but she still managed to say, “I—I want my life back.”

“Then let’s get started.” His head inclined toward her, and Eve wondered if she’d just passed some kind of test. And if he had been deliberately pushing her, she couldn’t help but wonder … what would have happened if she’d failed his test?

***

The gorgeous blonde with the bedroom eyes and the never-ending legs lived in a homeless shelter.

Gabe watched her from his position across the street. She didn’t realize that he’d followed her from LOST. The woman who’d called herself Eve Gray—but who claimed to be someone else entirely, perhaps Jessica Montgomery—had seemed oblivious to everyone and everything as she made her way back through the busy Atlanta streets.

She hadn’t taken a taxi. Hadn’t jumped into a waiting car.

She’d cut through the streets. Carefully counted out change for a bus.

And hadn’t even noticed him slide onto the same bus with her.

Her head stayed down for most of the trip and she didn’t talk to anyone. There were plenty of men who stopped to give her admiring glances. When you looked like her, it would be hard not to attract attention.

Oval face. High cheekbones. Small button of a nose. Lips red and plump. And those eyes … one look, and he’d found himself edging closer to her. Wanting to touch. Needing to touch.

That sure as hell wasn’t the way he normally acted. His iron-tight control was legendary. He didn’t look into a pair of big green eyes and think …

Want.

Not usually. But today he had.

He’d wanted. So he’d brought her into his office, even though he had three other appointments waiting. He’d brought her inside so he could get closer to her. Gabe had inhaled the light, sexy scent of her. Watched as her long legs moved a bit nervously beneath her skirt.

Then he’d heard her story.

He had been enraged when he’d seen the scar on her neck. The rush of rage hadn’t been expected. He’d heard some brutal stories during his time at LOST, but his elemental fury at just seeing her scar … What the hell had been up with that?

She could be bullshitting him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had come in LOST with a bogus story. There were plenty of people out there willing to lie, steal, or even kill in order to get what they wanted.

And what they wanted? It was usually money.

The kind of money that Jessica Montgomery’s family had in freaking spades.

A homeless shelter.

Gabe recognized the building on Lortimer Lane for exactly what it was. He just hadn’t expected Eve to stop there, but she was rushing inside as if this were a normal routine for her. As if she belonged there.

Her medical files were on their way to his office. He’d be going to see her doctors soon. But right then …

Gabe found himself walking across the street and following her into the shelter.

He’d just stepped inside the doorway when a big, hulking, giant of a guy shoved one hand against his chest. “Where you think you’re goin’, buddy?” the man demanded, his voice a rumble that sounded like thunder.

Gabe raised his brows. “I need to talk with Eve.” He threw her name out, waiting for a response. If Eve was a regular there, then—

The man’s hand slammed harder into his chest. Gabe didn’t so much as move as the guy barked, “You stay away from Eve!”

Ah, this hadn’t been part of the plan. The man’s face was flushed a deep red, his bald head glinting, and it looked for all the world like he was about to start swinging punches.

Gabe figured he could take the guy, but fighting his way inside the shelter hadn’t been on the day’s agenda.

Guess the agenda just changed.

“Pauley, stop!” Eve’s voice. High. Scared. Then she was there, running back toward them with a clatter of her high heels.

That was then he noticed that her heels were old, scuffed. The top and skirt that molded to her body so well—showing off her high, round breasts, and slim hips—the outfit hugged her so tightly because it was the wrong size.

Not her clothes.

Eve put a hand on Pauley’s hunched shoulders. “He??

?s a friend, Pauley.”

Pauley’s gaze darted to her. He shook his head and didn’t move his hand from Gabe’s chest. “No one … no one’s supposed to follow you … Guarding door. I always guard.”

“Yes, you do.” Now her voice was soothing. She smiled at the man. Pauley looked like he was in his early forties. Tattoos slid down his arms. Dozens of them. Faces. Symbols. “And you guard us all very well. But it’s okay for Gabe to be here. He won’t hurt me.”

The guy hesitated a minute longer, then slowly dropped his hold.

Gabe caught the fast exhalation of breath from Eve. “Thank you, Pauley,” she whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here to keep us safe.”

Pauley shuffled back and resumed what Gabe now realized was his guard position at the door.

Eve bit her lip. She probably didn’t mean to look sexy. He shouldn’t have found her sexy. But there was something about her …

I followed her. Tracked her down. Not for the case. Because I couldn’t let her leave. He’d passed off his appointments to his right-hand man, Wade Monroe, just so he could be free to track Eve.

“We need to talk,” Gabe heard himself say.

“I’m assuming so.” She offered a faint smile. “Since you followed me.” Her cheeks held a pink tint, as if she were embarrassed. “Maybe we could talk outside?”

“Where’s your room?” Gabe asked instead, just to see her response.

The pink deepened. “We don’t … we don’t have rooms here. Just beds.” Then her chin lifted. Determined pride was there, in her eyes, in her posture.

Pauley had taken up his position a few feet away. Since the guy was so close, they didn’t have much privacy, and Gabe definitely wanted privacy with her. Actually, he wanted her completely alone. “You’re staying here?” Just so he was clear.

Eve nodded. “Ever since I got out of the hospital.” She eased back and stepped into a small corridor. He followed her. “It’s not exactly easy to get work when you don’t have a real name, much less a social security number. And no work means …”

No money.

She cleared her throat. “I’m sure you understand.”

Yeah, he did. Gabe looked around the old building. In the next room, he could see a row of cots. Not beds. Cots. “You shouldn’t be here.” For some reason, the fact that she was there … it pissed him off. She didn’t belong there.

Where does she belong?