Page 111 of Risky Obsession

“Take your time.”

She straightened up, wiping her mouth with my T-shirt. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“No need to apologize.”

The pain in her eyes ripped my fucking heart out. This was all my fault. She shouldn’t be here involved in this mess. Pops kept those clues from me for a reason. Now I knew why—people would kill for them. Because of me, Tory was in a killer’s crosshairs.

What had started as a fun adventure, had turned into a fucking nightmare. It was time to pull the pin.

I rested my hand on her cheek.

She leaned into my palm as her eyes locked on mine. “We need to figure out our next move.”

“Our next move is going home.”

“What?” She jerked away.

“The fun’s over, Tory.”

“No!” She took a step back, folding her arms over her chest. “I am not giving up.”

“It’s not about giving up. It’s about not getting dead.”

“Kane, do you know how many people have died because of that stupid gold?”

“What?” I scowled at her.

“Aria’s friend Kai was killed because of that gold.”

“And I’m sorry about that but?—”

“Dozens more have been killed because of it, including those people tonight. Death has been following these clues for over eighty years. Assholes will continue to kill to get their hands on it.” She put her hands on her hips and then gasped, lifting her injured hand. “I am not stopping now.”

I couldn’t believe she wanted to continue, but I couldn’t stop the smile curling on my lips.

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry.” I clutched her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

She didn’t pull away like I expected. Instead, she seemed to crumble toward me, maybe relieved to get her anger off her chest.

Still holding her cheeks, I said, “In that case, we need to get our asses to Cuxhaven.”

“Hell yes, we do.” A tiny grin crossed her lips, and the sparkle in her fascinating blue eyes stole my breath away.

We jumped back into our seats and as I pulled the car onto the road again, Tory fiddled with the car heater and checked the glove box.

“Is there a GPS on that thing?” I pointed at the large LCD display centered in the console.

“Let me see.” She shuffled forward on her seat and after jabbing just two buttons, she found it.

“Great. Key in Cuxhaven. With a bit of luck, it won’t be too far.”

“Sure. But shouldn’t we get rid of this car first?”

“Not yet.” I scanned the rearview mirror. The road behind was empty. “We need to put some distance between us and that asshole.”

Tory tapped the GPS screen, and a map displayed. The only word I recognized was Cuxhaven.

“Hey, it’s only five hours,” she said.