I sucked in a breath and looked from Jameson’s face to the disk. Concentric circles ringed the metal on one side. The other was smooth. He was still trailing his fingers down my arm. “Have you figured out what it is?” I asked, every nerve in my body alive. “No.” Jameson smiled, that crooked, devastating Jameson Hawthorne smile. “I was waiting for you.” Jameson wasn’t patient. He didn’t wait. He lived with his foot on the gas. “You want to figure it out.” I stared at him, feeling his stare on me. “Together.” “You don’t have to say anything.” Jameson stood. I could still feel the ghost of his
...more
