Free In Plain Sight (Stolen Hearts) by Kate Kelly Page B

man.” He grabbed her shoulders. “You have to trust someone.”
    She smiled sadly at him and stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I do. I trust you. Don’t let me down.”
    A siren started up at the end of the block, and Bridget dragged her gaze away from Rafe’s. There was a whole world to explore between them, but she’d never get the chance. She hardened her voice. “Let’s go. The limo could be there by now.”
    “There’s a place we can go. A friend’s condo. She works out of town most of the time. You need rest and time to think things through.”
    He was right. Now that she’d finally realized what kind of trouble she was in, she needed to rethink everything. “Did you phone her?”
    “No, texted. She’s in California right now. I worked with her a bit here and there, but Boston’s her hometown, too. She hates my apartment, so, she offered…you know…here’s the key. Stay for as long as you want.”
    A girlfriend, then. Not that it made any difference. She couldn’t afford to get stuck on the details of Rafe’s life. Just as she couldn’t afford to look a gift horse in the mouth.
    “Is she a close friend? Would anyone think to look for you there?” Was she the lucky woman who had her hand on Rafe’s behind in all those Parisian ads?
    “I doubt many people know Honey Duwell and I are friends. For one thing, she only dates millionaires.”
    “Honey Duwell, the movie star?” And one of the most beautiful women in the world.
    “Yeah. We’ve worked together a bunch of times on different shoots. She started out as a model.”
    “And she just gives you the key to her apartment and tells you to make yourself at home.”
    “Something like that.”
    “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met.”
    A corner of his mouth quirked up. “Want to give me lessons?”
    When a limo double-parked on the street in front of the menswear store, Rafe grabbed her arm, and without letting herself think of the consequences, she scrambled into the back seat of the limo.
    “Y’all want to stay down on the floor for a while. This place here is lousy with cops. What kind a shit you step in this time, Rafe, my man?”
    “The truth?” Rafe asked from the back seat across from her where he stretched out on his side. “Haven’t got a clue. Leo, did you know you can be tracked through your cell phone?”
    Bridget wondered if Rafe was merely confirming what she’d told him or wondering if he was the last person on earth to learn about tracking tech on cell phones?
    “I did know that.” Leo grinned over his shoulder. “You gotta work harder to keep up to the rest of us, Rafe. Good looks only get you so far. Where y’all going?”
    “A few blocks further downtown.”
    Bridget reached across the space between the two facing seats and tapped Rafe on the knee. She shook her head. She held up one finger, then two and pointed outside. When Rafe winked at her, she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. She had to be insane to be grinning like a loon just minutes away from the FBI possibly getting their hands on her.
    Not only did she have to dump Rafe for his own safety, but for hers as well. If the FBI arrested her, the people who she believed were after her, would stop at nothing to keep her from talking to the feds. If they couldn’t get to her, they’d use Darcy to leverage her.
    The limo drifted along for another block. When it stopped at a red light, Bridget signaled time to go. They both sat up, took a quick look around for uniforms, and Rafe opened the door.
    “I’ll call you soon, Leo. Thanks. Anything you need, let me know.”
    Leo turned toward them to say something, but they were both out and running through traffic before he got out a word.
    “Do you have any money?” Bridget asked as she slid her arm through his and walked briskly toward the department store across the street.
    “Yeah. What do you need, Irish? A plane? A magical disappearing act?”
    “A change of