Evelyn Ash just got the shock of her life and, worse of all, she's terrified that she just lost Jonah Cane forever.
Sent to a safe house in Greece, Evelyn soon discovers that she's under constant surveillance from her formidable ex-lover. And she simply can't resist teasing him in the hopes that he'll fly out to Greece and put her in her place.
But, as she should know by now, that's a very dangerous game to play. And Jonah isn't going to go easy on her.
With the revelations about his secret desires, Evelyn thought she was getting to know the man beneath the mask. It turns out, there's a lot more to learn about Jonah Cane. But is Evelyn strong enough to handle the truth about the man who holds her heart?
The second book in the bestselling Darker Side of Cane Series
It turns out, a three and a half hour flight to Greece is way too long to spend with my own thoughts. Especially considering everything I just found out about Jonah Cane.
Of all the things I thought Jonah could've been hiding, being an MI6 secret agent wasn't even in the top ten. But now I know the truth, it makes complete sense. All the information he found out about me, how he was able to break into my flat without so much as forcing a lock, and his mysterious injuries. It all adds up. So why do I still feel like this is a horrible nightmare I'm about to wake up from?
The private jet is the most lavish form of transportation I've ever taken. The interior is cream with leather sofas and reclining armchairs. I sit with my legs curled up in a chair, facing a plasma television screen that's playing old episodes of Friends. I needed some serious comfort tv. And Friends is always the answer to that.
The air hostess served me champagne after takeoff. I almost refused. This is no holiday. I'm being sent away to a safe house in case the terrorist Niall Fregan uses me against Jonah.
I have caused Jonah so much trouble. If he hadn't sent me away on his jet to safety, I'd assume he hates me. He certainly should, after all the crap I've done to him.
Considering the night I've had, I accepted the champagne. And the glass after that. And the one after that. Screw sobriety, I need some goddamn peace of mind.
I gaze out of the window at the streets of Athens as the jet descends into a private airport. The city is a mass of white squares, the buildings surrounding a high mountain at the heart of it.
I can't believe this is really happening. I touch the cut on my arm. The keen sting solidifies my reality. This is definitely real and I'm powerless to stop it.
I wish Jonah was with me.
