THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

surprised look. “Ohhh, you have an office. That would have been a better choice.” 
    He rolled his eyes and shook his head, letting her know her attempt at playing innocent had been a wasted effort.
    Zane put his hands on her shoulders and she held very still. “I’ll tell you what. This contract with Suarez is only for a short time. I’ll give you a place to live in exchange for translating.”
    The last thing she could agree to do was hang around and help with his business. On the other hand, figuring out how to eat, sleep, and find transportation on less than a hundred dollars would be a challenge. Even with the transmitter bracelet gone, hiding from Mason for any length of time without a chunk of money would be unrealistic.
    More like impossible. His resources were practically unlimited.
    And, Zane was the only common denominator for locating the coins.
    Rocking back on his heels, like he had all day to wait for her answer, he pulled his hands back and slid them into the pockets of faded jeans that fit him like a glove. The snug powder gray T-shirt hugged his broad chest. Her eyes traveled lower to a worn brown leather belt just above...
    Embarrassed, her eyes shot up to his face in time to catch the mirth in his gaze confirming he’d caught her roaming vision.
    Like she needed to encourage this strange attraction between them? Spending time in close proximity to this man might not be advisable.
    “You still owe me for the flight out of Raleigh,” he pointed out.
    She rolled her eyes this time. He would play his ace. Besides, she had no other option.
    “ O -kay,” she huffed. “But I’m not promising how long I’ll stay.”
    “Fair enough.”  Zane checked his watch. “It’s close to four. Let’s go.”
    “Go where?”
    “Home.”
    She hadn’t even considered where he’d offered for a place to stay. “You mean your home?” she clarified.
    “Don’t worry. I have a foldout and you should know by now you’re safe with me.”
    True. He wouldn’t harm her and he’d try to stop someone else from hurting her. He wasn’t the problem.
    She was. Just standing near him short-circuited the common sense area of her brain. Her body had none when it came to Zane.
    Crazy hormones were throwing a party just for him and didn’t give a fig about coins or Mason. 
    Strain of the last two days settled in all at once, causing her to feel a bit lightheaded. She blinked her eyes to clear her vision and admitted she couldn’t be picky when she desperately needed at least one solid night’s sleep.
    Zane lifted a hand toward the exit. “Ready?”
    With a final nod of acceptance, Angel picked up the linen shoulder bag she’d dropped near the door and stepped out ahead of Zane, then he led the way to a massive Dodge pickup.
    That figured. The man wouldn’t fit in anything smaller.
    Flashy mag wheels gripped raised-letter tires. The four-wheel-drive machine had been painted Saturday-night-lipstick-red and accessorized with chrome jewelry.
    No wonder men referred to their vehicles as feminine counterparts.
    Zane opened the passenger door. The new leather scent engulfed her as she stepped up to the high captain seat. A wide console separated them, suiting her just fine. Calm dove-gray covered the interior, contradicting the screaming exterior.
    She checked all around the inside of the truck for a brown paper package with Gulf Winds Marina labeled as the destination.
    No such luck.
    Several ropes were piled across the narrow back seat of the extended cab. A large bundle of half-inch thick rope lay in the rear floorboard. What in the world did he use that for?
    She switched mental gears to more important concerns.
    How soon would Zane fly out again? She needed another shot at hunting for the package in his hangar. If it didn’t turn up there, she’d head back to the marina in case the boat curtains had been floating around in transit and finally arrived.
    Either way, once she had a solid night of sleep, she’d be on the run again.
     
    Chapter 12
     
    Watching Angel climb into his truck, Zane was amazed she could still stand upright.
    Had she even slept since he’d last seen her? He wouldn’t bet on it based on the exhaustion in her eyes. What had she gone through to reach Ft. Lauderdale? She must have had some funds for the secondhand clothes and transportation, but he had a feeling she didn’t have much or she wouldn’t have agreed to stay with him.
    His suspicions flared at everything she’d done