THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

toiletries and shuffled back into the bathroom, shutting the door. He placed the basket on the dresser, called Ben’s voice mail and left the tag number to the Land Rover. Ben had a buddy in motor vehicles who would trace it for him, but Zane hadn’t heard a word from Ben in hours. He hoped there weren’t complications with the birth.
    Next he called Trish to tell her to stay with Heidi, and stay far away from his apartment.
    The sound of rushing water ended as the shower cut off and a few minutes later the door breezed open. There was his Angel, showered and wearing a white terry cloth robe that hit her at the knees, showing only the bottom half of those awesome legs.
    His Angel. Warmth spread through him.
    Regardless of everything he knew he still wanted her to be his. Had never felt this way about a woman and he didn’t even know Angel’s last name.
    He took slow steps toward her.
    The scent of her shampooed hair sparked a riot of lust. He’d missed her from the moment he’d left the apartment this morning. Missed her touch, her voice, the feel of her lips.
    Swallowing to help his dry mouth, he couldn’t stop envisioning her in his arms, her long legs wrapped around him. He imagined the robe sliding off her shoulders to pool at her feet ... until he lifted his eyes to her ashen face.
    She’d never appeared vulnerable before. The spark was gone from her amber eyes. Her slender body trembled under the bulky robe.
    Zane closed the distance between them. He gently cupped her shoulders and whispered, “Go lie down. I’ll get a quick shower and be right out. Are you hungry? Do you want anything?”
    Her eyes never strayed from his when she shook her head.
    Drawing a deep breath as if just moving took all she had to give, she walked away and climbed into the sprawling bed. He drew the covers over her and she curled into a ball.
    Grabbing his shaving kit and a pair of shorts, he headed to the bathroom, pausing to look back before he closed the door. He always worried about her being a flight risk, but right now he didn’t think she had it in her to walk to the elevator.
     
    Chapter 50
     
    Cold spread through Angel from head to toe no matter how tightly she tucked her body under the down coverlet. She peeked through her lashes, watching as Zane disappeared into the bathroom.
    Squirming to get warm, she groaned every time she moved her battered body.
    Dear God, how was she going to keep Mason’s men away from Zane now? Would Zane tell her where the package with the coins had gone if she explained?
    Or would he call in the police?
    And what was his real name anyway? Zane Jackson? Or Zane Black? If it was Jackson, why did he have an alias?
    The situation was way out of hand. What was she going to do? Her spent brain had nothing to offer and threatened to shut down on her if she kept pushing. Tomorrow she’d think everything through, not tonight.
    Zane had come for her. She didn’t care what his last name was right now, only that he was alive and here with her.
    She quivered and her teeth chattered. The hot shower had helped, but right now she thought she’d never be warm again.
    She must have dosed off, but not deeply. The shuffle of clothing brought her back awake. A single lamp glowed on the nightstand next to the bed. Just enough light for her to see Zane step out of the dark bathroom. Her mysterious savior’s hair glistened from the shower. Dressed only in a pair of black shorts, sculpted muscles rippled along his back and shoulders as he toweled his hair.
    He tossed the towel in the corner and walked to the closet. His washboard abdomen flexed when he stretched up to pull a pillow and blanket down then dropped them on the floor between the bed and the door.
    After all he’d been through, Zane was going to sleep on the floor.
    She didn’t want him on the floor or the couch or anywhere that didn’t include her. She wanted him close to her, forever.
    Angel squeezed her eyes to stem the tears.
    She couldn’t have forever, because forever only happened in fairy tales. But she could have tonight. And one night with the man she loved would have to last her a lifetime, because no other man would ever replace him.
    Zane wouldn’t want to hear a vow of love from her, not after what she’d put him through. She’d hold those feelings deep inside, close to her heart.
    He switched off the lamp. Soft light outside the open drapes threw hazy shadows across the room. He stepped over to the bed. She knew he only