The Colt & The Cobra - THE SPECTER SERIES [book six]

Chapter FORTY

Mikki De'lucca

Tempting hazard, you teeter precariously on the edge of the flimsy steel framed-cot in your borrowed boots.. Stretching up on tiptoes to peek out the window that sits high on the wall, you crane your neck hoping to get some gauge of where you had been moved to.. Instead all you can see is the inky night sky and the illuminated windows of a neighbouring skyscraper..

At least you know you are still somewhere in the city uptown.. Maybe even in the same office building you had been in before.. Though you doubt it since the room you're in now looks completely different, more clinical.. The air smells of alcohol based sanitizer and the sedative lighting is tinted a soft almost lulling pastel blue hue.. With textured pale painted walls and faux-marble linoleum, this place most certainly feels like a hospital.. Or a mental asylum...

Lacey had called this place 'Specter Patient Care' and her name badge had read the letters 'SPC'.. Colt and Hunter had both said they worked for an agency called Specter.. Private Security, we're the words Paxton used when he introduced himself to you..

So all you know for sure is that this place, whatever it is, is connected to Colt.. He brought you here for a reason.. And you want to know why..

When you hear the jiggle of the door handle and your head jerks in the direction of the grating metallic sound of the lock releasing, your balance is lost and you begin to wobble back and forth as the cot threatens to tip..

In a flurry of grating metal and blonde curls you feel yourself plummeting towards the linoleum floor, when a pair of burly tattooed arms capture you mid air.. "Whoa! I gotcha, Sugar.."

Stuttering in breathless shock, you gape up to see Colt's painfully beautiful face.. "Uh.. Oh, I-It's you--"

Oh, mother Maria, have mercy.. It just isn't fair!

The dangerous way his presence forces your heart to thunder so violently it seems as if it might actually explode, it's oh so cruel..

His spiced citrus scent wraps around you to evoke a flurry of butterflies in your belly and his vibrant azure eyes twinkle down at you with crystal clear concern..

No.. It isn't fair that his strong arms around you still make you feel that craving desire, or that you still want to kiss his perfect mouth and melt away into the crazy chemistry that you share..

It isn't fair because that is all your stupid body wants to do, and you can't..

You can't forgive the sinking sadness in your chest, or the stinging betrayal that now accompanies his warm touch..

"You in here plannin' your great escape?" He muses gently in an effort to lighten the heavy tension that wires you both so tightly it is likely either of you will snap at any second.. His gaze remains locked intensely on yours when he sets you carefully back down on your feet..

Lightning leaves his fingertips to sizzle across your skin.. His touch trails down your arm and a prickly electrical current remains in its wake..

"No, I'm not going anywhere.. You made sure of that.." You mutter, an icy cold chill bringing rise to goosebumps over your arms, which you move wrap tightly around yourself like they could offer you any protection from the discomfort..

He winces when you withdraw from his hold, stepping aside to kick the cot back into place against the wall with the bottom of his boot.. "Aw shit.. I'm tryin' to protect you, Mikki.. I know you're mad--"

"I'm not mad.." You retort in an tart, argumentative way.. Sure, you had wanted to see him just minutes ago.. So badly.. You'd wanted to understand him, his motives, his reasonings..To talk to him.. To get an explanation.. But now that he is standing right in front of you, he is no more than a perfect stranger..