Blindsight: Complete Series

I TWISTED MY HANDS together in the back seat of the Lexus that rolled through the hurried Chicago streets. Golden lights splashed by the window as happy couples filtered in and out of restaurants and bars.

“I’ve just got to drop something off with a guy at a bar. He usually has a lady friend with him. We’ll have a drink, and you’ll be your normal charming self.” He tapped my chin. “Then we’ll be off to dinner.” His hand pressed at my knee. I squirmed in my seat, worrying my lip between my teeth, my mind flying with possibilities. I should be jumping out of this car. I should insist he bring me home and throw away my number. At the very least I should tell him the job wasn’t what I expected and I couldn’t accompany him tonight, or any night, ever again.

What was Hunter thinking introducing me to John Ellis Walker?

My mother’s warnings burned in my ears. No good. He’s no good.

Why had I foolishly ignored every red flag and allowed myself to fall for his devilish smile and the captivating click-click of his camera?

“Smile,” Hunter’s deep voice ordered and my eyes fluttered open just as Hunter stepped from the Lexus onto a crowded street, pulling me behind him.

“Sir.” The doorman nodded to Hunter when we approached. “Follow me.” He whisked ahead of us, up a flight of stairs and down a dark red carpeted hallway before showing us into a private room that overlooked the bar below.

“Hunter!” A voice boomed from a dark corner and I saw a well-dressed man in a tux, a glittering blonde at his side, easily twenty years his junior with plumped lips and a faux tan greet us.

“Have a seat.” The man patted Hunter on the shoulder.

“Great seeing you again, we can’t stay long.” Hunter’s hand pressed firmly at my waist. Confusion coiled my stomach. He was being possessive. I shouldn’t have liked it. I still didn’t know why I was teetering in these too-tall heels at his side, but I more than liked it. I loved it.

“Lovely to meet you.” I shook the imposing man’s hand when I was introduced. He was tall and had the look of a starved tiger in his eye, his gaze hungry for prey. It made the hairs on the back of my neck raise just as they had earlier tonight when I’d met John Ellis Walker.

“If you ladies talk for a minute, this guy and I have some business to take care of.” The man wrapped an arm around Hunter’s shoulders and hauled him out of the room.

“Been with Hunter long?” the bimbo purred as she sipped her fruity drink and looked out over the balcony.

“We’re not really together. I’m his PA actually.” I nodded to the waiter that stepped into the room. “Martini dry,” I requested and then turned back to the bustling crowd below. A line had wrapped around the block, and yet Hunter had skipped it and we’d been lead to the VIP lounge on the top floor. This was shady. All of it. Hunter had connections, almost as powerful as John Ellis Walker’s, I was sure of it.

“What would Hunter need a PA for?” the woman pressed.

“Excuse me, how do you know Hunter?” I asked, my nerves already on edge.

“Who doesn’t know Hunter?” the chick huffed and then downed her drink. “Where’s that waiter? VIP is open bar, and I know they try to drag their feet so I get fewer drinks.” She rambled on and I tuned out, my thoughts turning to Hunter and the man he’d left with. What could he have to drop off with this guy? And where had they gone—the bathroom for a drug deal? Or maybe I was over-reacting and it was something simpler, like a contract or check.

“Martini dry.” The waiter nodded to me before blondie cut in and rattled off her order. I sighed and took my drink just as Hunter returned, his eyes seeking me out almost immediately. Like a homing missile, he took confident strides directly to me before wrapping me around his torso. “Ready to go?” he whispered into my hair sending shivers burning through my body.

I only nodded, unable to form any words.

“You’re leaving; I’ll take that.” She swiped the drink from my hand and was taking a sip before I could even protest.

“Nice meeting you, Erin.” The oversized man took my hand in his own again.

“It was nice to meet you too…what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t,” he smiled a slick grin that had fear raising the hairs on the back of my neck. “Best to keep it that way, for your safety and mine.” He winked then, as if his last statement should impress me. I glanced to the blonde that had shimmied up to his side and was looking up at him with moony eyes.

“Of course.” I smiled with polite naiveté I was struggling to possess. “Have a good night.” I felt Hunter’s hand wrap in mine as he escorted me from the room.

“Now, to dinner!” Hunter led as we made our way back down the cushioned steps and out into the cool Chicago air.

“Sir.” The driver nodded when we approached, a slight wry grin on his face as he held the door for us. Crawling in, I felt Hunter’s rough hands whispering behind my bare thighs and I suddenly didn’t care where we were going, as long as it was just us, him and I, together. I didn’t know if I would get answers tonight, I didn’t even know if I knew the right questions to ask, I only knew that with his strong fingers twisted in mine, I felt safe and nothing else beyond that mattered.

Hunter ushered me out of the car with a firm palm at my back ten minutes later. “I hate this thing.” He worked his tie between his fingers and whipped it behind him across the leather of the car, then ran a hand through his formally styled hair. I smiled as I watched him transform into the comfortable Hunter I was used to seeing. The one that I knew, that I loved.

That I loved. The thought made my chest burn and my eyes tighten with tears.

It took my breath away, I thought I knew love, I thought I’d had love, but I’d been wrong, so wrong.

“Dinner first, then I take you home.” He tightened his hand, as if sensing my unease. “You okay?” He stopped and turned to me. His ruffled hair and dazzling verdant eyes glinted in the evening light. The white cuff of his shirt unbuttoned and the sharp black of his jacket lured me in, begged me to curl into his arms and hold on tight to him, tight enough for dear life.

“I’m…” I paused. “Okay.” I sighed, feeling like it might actually be true at this very moment and pressed up on my toes to place a soft kiss on his beautifully sculpted lips. I pulled away and watched as Hunter’s eyes fell closed, and right on that evening-lit street, his forehead fell to mine as he exhaled.

“Good. I promise I’ll tell you everything when I can, but I’d never let anyone hurt you, Erin,” he said softly, in a register lower than normal, that had love undoing my heart one beat at a time until it felt like it might burst. “I’m so glad you’re still here.”

“Of course I’m here. I’m your PA, you need me, right?”

“You’re right.” He stopped, his voice serious and deep with emotion. “I do need you.” His hands tightened around mine, and my tummy turned more twists than it ever had in my life.

“I HAVE A CONFESSION,” Hunter said after our dinner was cleared and we sat with a half-drunk bottle of wine between us at the private table.

“Oh boy, here we go.” I took another long drink of my wine in jest. He quirked a smile at me that allowed happiness and hope to bloom in my belly. For just a split second I forgot about John Ellis Walker and the bimbo and everything else that had left my head spinning. This was it. This was the real deal. I loved him.

“You know that secret you think I don’t know?”

My heart dropped then. Fell straight to the floor between my too-high heels and splintered into painful shards.

“I—I don’t know…” I stuttered, my brain running away with what he could or couldn’t know.

“This only works if I’m up front with you, Erin, and I haven’t been. But tonight it’s all on the table.”

“Okay,” I whispered, my brain still stalling on the idea that there was so much more that I didn’t know about Hunter, frozen in fear that he finally knew the one secret I’d carried down deep.

“Sometimes I get an assignment from JW, and with my certain skillset, well…I was hired to…” He pressed his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darting away. My stomach curled and burned, vomit making its way up my esophagus. This wasn’t going to be good. Not a chance.

“H—hired to what?” My hands shook beneath the stark white linen of the table where we sat. I watched Hunter’s throat constrict with a slow swallow. I imagined the lump that was probably lodged there, at least if it matched mine at all.

“I was hired to watch your husband.”