Late that evening, Cole sat in the leather chair in the corner of his bedroom, an open book resting on his lap. But he realized that he hadnt read a line in the last fifteen minutes. His thoughts were on the day, on the possibility of new clients, on the delicious pot roast dinner and on Jenny.
He was falling in love with her, he knew it. And he felt the same from her. Theirs was such an odd situation, though. She was, for all intents and purposes, on the run. And no one except Cole knew who and where she was.
At some point, shed have to agree to go to the authorities. Undoubtedly, there was an open investigation into her whereabouts. Not to mention the fact that she had insight into a serious criminal enterprise.
Cole sighed deeply as he scrubbed a restless palm across his mouth. He didnt know what to do. So far, hed done nothing. And inaction was action, wasnt it?