Free aHunter4Trust by Cynthia A. Clement Page B

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answers. First, her father tells her that some organization is demanding he
hand over his bank or she’ll be killed. Then Darrogh is insisting that there is
no way to combat these people.
    “I didn’t say that.” Darrogh leaned close
to her. “We can fight, but not in London.”
    Tamsin’s eyes narrowed. “You read my
thoughts again.”
    Darrogh nodded. “We will talk about this
once you are safe.”
    Tamsin crossed her arms and leaned back
against the side panel of the van. “I intend to know about everything that is
happening.”
    “As you wish.”
    There was silence until they reached her
house. The van pulled up to the curb and everyone except Firbin, jumped out and
surrounded her. If she hadn’t just been shot at, she would have thought it was
ridiculous. When she had the answers to her questions, then she would decide
what needed to be done.
    Darrogh used her key to unlock her door and
then waited with her outside until the rest of the team had cleared the
apartment. Only then, was she allowed to enter her home.
    “Are there any listening devices?”
    “None.” Savis stated in a matter of fact
tone. “Ardal has been informed of the current situation. He will be in contact
with further instructions.”
    Darrogh nodded and then turned to her. “You
may relax now.”
    “I’m going to lock myself in my bedroom and
take a nap.” Tamsin turned to Darrogh and poked her finger into his chest.
“After that, you and I are going to have a serious discussion.”
    A fission of heat raced up her arm.
    The breath caught in her throat.
    She’d never experienced attraction like
this before. It was raw and primal. She fought the urge to fling herself into
his arms and beg him to hold her forever. As soon as the thought had crossed
her mind, she was appalled with herself. He was her bodyguard. She might trust him
with her life, but never with her heart.
    She swallowed and backed away.
    Darrogh’s gaze never left her face. She
could have sworn she’d felt his thoughts brush across her mind. A calm
acceptance of what had just passed between them. It was impossible. It had to
be her imagination brought on by her throbbing headache, and the aftereffects
of the drug that Saxby had given her. There was no other explanation.
    “You should rest.” Darrogh’s voice was
hoarse.
    Tamsin nodded and turned to go to her room
when the phone rang.
    She sighed and picked up the receiver.
“Hello.”
    “Tamsin, we need to talk.”
    It was Winchester Nethercott.
    Darrogh looked at her and she shook her
head. After everything that had happened in the last day, she couldn’t face her
ex-fiancé right now. The truth was that there would never be a good time to
face him.
    “We have nothing to discuss.” Tamsin went
to hang the phone up when Winchester’s voice stopped her.
    “Your father told me everything that is
happening. I can help.”
    Tamsin hesitated.
    She didn’t trust Winchester, but she
couldn’t afford to refuse help right now. Men were threatening her father’s
bank and her life. If Winchester had a way to deal with this threat, then she
needed to listen to him.
    “How?”
    “I can’t discuss it over the phone. Meet me
at the Café Organic on Kensington High Street. I’ll tell you then.”
    Tamsin was familiar with the café. It was a
risk leaving the house, yet could she pass up the chance that Winchester might
be able to help? She couldn’t bear to see her father upset anymore over her
safety. If she could stop this crazy takeover and threats, then she had to try.
    She glanced down at her watch. “I’ll meet
you there in one hour.”
    “Great. You won’t regret it.” Winchester
hung up.
    “Where are you going?”
    “My ex-fiancé says that he has a way to
help me.” Tamsin put the receiver down. “He wants to meet me.”
    Darrogh shook his head. “We need to guard
you and the best place to do that is here.”
    “I have to see him.” Tamsin’s voice rose.
“I need to hear what he has to