Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 20
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 20
Max plucked Genevieve out of the grass and carried her to the trailer, kicking the door in when he found it locked. She was freezing, shivering in his arms and he put her down on the couch, ignoring the faint whimper of protest as he left her to find some blankets.
Pulling a comforter off the bed in a back room, he went back and pulled her shaking frame into his lap, wrapping the blanket around them both for warmth. It was a good twenty minutes before she finally stopped shivering, relaxing her hold on his shirt ever so slightly.
Stirring, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, blinking as confusion and then relief crossed her face.
“Max? Where are we? How did you get away?”
“I got lucky,” he said, giving her a wink. “And we’re in your dad’s trailer - I found you freezing outside half an hour ago. What the hell happened? And why didn’t you wait for me at the house like I told you to?”
Her eyes grew wide, and she struggled to get off his lap, but he held tight, reluctant to lose the contact.
“Let me up - we have to get out of here. There’s a man...I locked him in the refrigerator but he’s probably out by now. And more are probably on the way. The diamonds are there, and I think he might have seen me. We have to go now! I can’t believe they haven’t found us yet...”
She pulled harder and he let her up, rising from the couch himself.
“Just hang on a minute,” he said, blocking her way when she reached for it. “I haven’t heard anyone drive up, so we’ve got a little time, at least. Did you see what the man was wearing?”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “Who cares? He attacked me - I wasn’t exactly worried about fashion just then. Sorry.”
Max chuckled. “If he’s wearing a suit, it’s probably one of Jenkin’s men. If not, we may be dealing with someone else. But I can find out pretty quickly. You stay here,” he held up his hand to silence her when she started to protest, pulling a card out of his pocket with the other and handing it to her.
“I’ll go check it out. While I’m doing that, you call this number, and tell whoever answers to meet you at the diner in three hours and you’ll hand over the packages. You said you found diamonds, right?”
She nodded, scrutinizing the card he’d given her. “Who am I calling?”
“Jenkin’s right hand man. When I get back, we’re going to tip off the FBI that there’s a deal going down in three hours, and hope they get here in time.”
She shook her head. “But--”
Max laid three fingers on her lips. “We don’t have time to argue about this. Make the call, and I’ll go check on our friend and make sure no one else is out there. If I’m not back in ten minutes, get to your car and get as far away from here as possible. Understand?”
Genevieve blinked, hesitating for a long moment before she finally nodded. He might have imagined it, but he felt her lips purse gently against his skin for a split second, and taking it as an invitation he moved his hand to her neck and drew her forward, covering her mouth with his. She melted against him for a sweet second, her tongue giving his a teasing flick before she drew back, pushing him away.
“Go,” she said, her voice husky and tight. “Just go, and get back here, okay?”
He nodded, clenching his fingers and turning toward the door to keep from pulling her back to him. When this was over, he and Gen were going to share a serious discussion. Among other things.
“Make the call. This will all be over soon.” He opened the door and scanned the parking lot, relieved to find it still empty save his own vehicle. Stopping long enough to retrieve his revolver from under the front seat, he strode toward the diner and hoped his plan would work.
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 20
Max plucked Genevieve out of the grass and carried her to the trailer, kicking the door in when he found it locked. She was freezing, shivering in his arms and he put her down on the couch, ignoring the faint whimper of protest as he left her to find some blankets.
Pulling a comforter off the bed in a back room, he went back and pulled her shaking frame into his lap, wrapping the blanket around them both for warmth. It was a good twenty minutes before she finally stopped shivering, relaxing her hold on his shirt ever so slightly.
Stirring, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, blinking as confusion and then relief crossed her face.
“Max? Where are we? How did you get away?”
“I got lucky,” he said, giving her a wink. “And we’re in your dad’s trailer - I found you freezing outside half an hour ago. What the hell happened? And why didn’t you wait for me at the house like I told you to?”
Her eyes grew wide, and she struggled to get off his lap, but he held tight, reluctant to lose the contact.
“Let me up - we have to get out of here. There’s a man...I locked him in the refrigerator but he’s probably out by now. And more are probably on the way. The diamonds are there, and I think he might have seen me. We have to go now! I can’t believe they haven’t found us yet...”
She pulled harder and he let her up, rising from the couch himself.
“Just hang on a minute,” he said, blocking her way when she reached for it. “I haven’t heard anyone drive up, so we’ve got a little time, at least. Did you see what the man was wearing?”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “Who cares? He attacked me - I wasn’t exactly worried about fashion just then. Sorry.”
Max chuckled. “If he’s wearing a suit, it’s probably one of Jenkin’s men. If not, we may be dealing with someone else. But I can find out pretty quickly. You stay here,” he held up his hand to silence her when she started to protest, pulling a card out of his pocket with the other and handing it to her.
“I’ll go check it out. While I’m doing that, you call this number, and tell whoever answers to meet you at the diner in three hours and you’ll hand over the packages. You said you found diamonds, right?”
She nodded, scrutinizing the card he’d given her. “Who am I calling?”
“Jenkin’s right hand man. When I get back, we’re going to tip off the FBI that there’s a deal going down in three hours, and hope they get here in time.”
She shook her head. “But--”
Max laid three fingers on her lips. “We don’t have time to argue about this. Make the call, and I’ll go check on our friend and make sure no one else is out there. If I’m not back in ten minutes, get to your car and get as far away from here as possible. Understand?”
Genevieve blinked, hesitating for a long moment before she finally nodded. He might have imagined it, but he felt her lips purse gently against his skin for a split second, and taking it as an invitation he moved his hand to her neck and drew her forward, covering her mouth with his. She melted against him for a sweet second, her tongue giving his a teasing flick before she drew back, pushing him away.
“Go,” she said, her voice husky and tight. “Just go, and get back here, okay?”
He nodded, clenching his fingers and turning toward the door to keep from pulling her back to him. When this was over, he and Gen were going to share a serious discussion. Among other things.
“Make the call. This will all be over soon.” He opened the door and scanned the parking lot, relieved to find it still empty save his own vehicle. Stopping long enough to retrieve his revolver from under the front seat, he strode toward the diner and hoped his plan would work.
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