Free Setting Him Free by Alexandra Marell Page A

when I turned up, so I said yes to a divorce and left
them to it. Next day the cleaner found them both dead. So now I'm
wanted for murder and every police force in the world is looking
for me.
    This had to be the plot of some lurid spy movie. Only
Taylor was actually living it. And now, so was she. Whether she
liked it or not, she was part of this, regardless of how much
danger that put her in.
    "They killed them both because they couldn't catch
me. Figured they needed a helping hand. So all they had to do was
sit back and wait for whichever international agency to do it for
them."
    "But you wanted to get caught. Why?"
    He chuckled at that. "You're a very perceptive lady,
you know that? By the way, loved you in that red wig."
    "You knew it was me? I don't remember seeing you at
the resort."
    "Recognised you when you got on the plane. And, no,
you wouldn't see me unless I wanted you to."
    "So you just gave up running?"
    "Pretty much. It all started as a game. Seeing how
close I could get without being caught, then somewhere along the
line it turned into a death wish. I just wanted it over."
    "But the file, you could still use it, right?"
    "If I knew where it was."
    Danielle pulled herself up and knelt beside him, her
face level with his, her heart pounding now with excitement. With a
hand on either side of his head, she held him still. It didn't
matter that she couldn't see him properly. She needed his
attention. Simple enough, really. All he had to do was find the
file.
    "Listen to me, Taylor. You're finding that file, and
you're getting your life back. And I'll hear no more talk of giving
up." He tried to push away. She held onto him and leaned in even
closer. "Are you hearing this?"
    "Do you think I haven't tried?"
    "Then try harder." It came out a bit harsher than she
intended. All this talk of giving up, it was scaring her. No one
was giving up on her watch.
    "What does the file look like? Tell me?"
    "What does it matter?"
    "It matters. Tell me."
    "Okay, I'm looking for the flash drive. A flash drive
I'll never see again."
    "You will, Taylor. Find it and get your life
back."
    "Bossy bint, aren't you?"
    "Bint?" Danielle relaxed the grip on his face,
leaving her hands resting loosely on his cheeks, caressing them
gently with her thumbs. "I wish I could see you properly. What kind
of word is bint?"
    "It's a...The hell with this." Taylor hooked his arm
around her neck and yanked her in for a kiss that left her lips
burning. "Too much bloody talking," he mumbled against her mouth.
"Not enough of this."
    "Painkillers have kicked in, then?" Danielle sucked
in a breath and slid her hands under his tee-shirt, gliding over
the hard-packed muscles beneath his smooth skin. His jeans were
still open. She dipped a hand into the waistband.
    "Ahh, Danielle," he groaned when she started stroking
him to a painful hardness. "Reckon this is our window. Come here."
His mouth came down on hers again and he hauled her onto his lap.
Danielle hooked a knee over his thighs, careful this time not to
disturb his broken arm.
    "Help me," she said tugging at her underwear. It took
a bit of manoeuvring, and made them both giggle, especially the
moment when she triumphantly revealed the condom. Practical
Danielle, even in the throes of passion.
    Danielle stopped for a moment, to tenderly stroke his
cheek, overawed that, no matter how desperate the situation, they'd
managed to find some joy in it. Taylor leaned into her hand and
covered it with his.
    "Danielle," he whispered, low and husky against her
palm.
    She held her breath, wondering what he was going to
say.
    "Bet you've got beautiful breasts," he said. "Let me
see."
    "It's dark."
    "I have good night vision." He fingered a button.
"Let me take this off you."
    How much he could really see, she didn't know. The
blouse slipped from her shoulders and she felt him fumbling with
the catch of her bra, cursing under his breath while trying to undo
it one-handed. The bra, too, fell away. His thumb brushed