Page 48 of Resurrection
“Ah, but,ma petite, anyone can change. Can they not?”
Jury’s cheeks reddened, and Imogen made a mental note to ask her sister what in the world had happened between them the next time they were alone. Except … Jury was staying behind with Leo while she and Nic were being picked up by a helicopter.
Because Leo wants to be alone with her and she with him?Because they are having a much-needed adventure?
Imogen resolved to find even a moment alone with her sister before she left the ship.
“I would never want to put them in danger either,” Jury said.
“Or yourself.” Leo’s gaze assessed her pointedly.
“Or myself.”
Yeah.She definitely needed a moment with her sister.
“I can live with it,” Imogen said. “Especially if it means they live, happy and free.”
Nic hugged her against him again. “I know I’m not involved here, and I didn’t know any of them, but if it were me, I’d contact you someday. When it was long forgotten and all the Feds had retired and no one remembered my name.”
“That would be a long wait with Lachlan Mount,” Jury said.
Nic shrugged. “People forget fast. That’s why heroes of antiquity were obsessed with being remembered. Give it time. You never know what can happen.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Be right back,” Imogen said to Nic as she hurried down the hall to where Jury was entering another cabin—alone.
The chopper was en route, Leo was headed up on deck to check on his new tech, and Imogen wasn’t leaving this boat without answers about at leastonesister.
“Jury, can I have a second?”
Jury nodded and opened the cabin door. Instantly, Imogen knew it was Leo’s. Old-money taste radiated off the man, and the cabin was appointed like his library, but with navy damask wallpaper and plush filigree carpet that oddly looked like Nic’s neck tattoos. An antique four-poster bed sat in the center, and stunning artwork adorned the walls. A gorgeous settee sat beneath two brass portholes.
“Wow. This guy has some taste, right?”
In the dim light of the cabin, Imogen could still make out her sister’s blush.
“And apparently,” she added, “he also pickedyou.Jury, I’ve never seen you blush in your life. What in the world is going on?”
Her sister’s gaze cut to the bed for a moment, and Imogen knew she was right.Somethinghad happened.
“Are you going to spill or what?”
Her sister was showing uncharacteristic restraint.
“Hey … is everything okay? Do you need me to smuggle you off this boat?”
That finally got Jury talking. “No!”
“Do you have Stockholm syndrome?”
“No.” Jury laughed. “Wait, that’s where you fall for your kidnapper, right?”
“Because of messed-up psychological issues from captivity and an inversion of?—”
“No,” Jury said, cutting her off. “Definitely not. He … well, you know I thought he was hot.”
“Yes, and? What happened? Yesterday, you were all feisty when we came aboard, and by dinner …”
