He wanted to know what secrets lurked in her heart. What yearnings she refused to admit aloud.
“It’s nothing I can buy. It’s just a sense of something that I’m looking for.” She closed her eyes and curled into his arms. “I love this house. It’s so cozy and warm.”
“Same feelings I had the first time I saw it. I bought it at auction and did the renovations myself,” he said, unable to disguise the pride in his voice. “This house was the one thing I splurged on.” Ironic that when he asked Ari what she’d do with her money, her wishes were much the same as his.
Obviously she needed a place to belong as much as he had.
Just as obviously they needed each other.
“You made a good choice. It’s on the beach and you can hear the surf,” she said softly. “I feel good here.”
Quinn buried his face in her hair. “You do feel good here.” She also felt right here, in his house, among his things, and in his arms.
He knew better than to trust it would last. She was drowsy and her defenses were down. No doubt she’d feel differently very soon. When she learned the truth about her sister, when he’d finished wrapping up Sam’s foster-care situation and the teenager was settled and Ari no longer worried about where Sam would end up. Then she’d have to decide who she was—Professor Ariana Costas or his Ari.
Quinn shuddered to imagine which one she’d choose. And he could think of only one thing that might help her decide. “Ari? Are you up to taking a ride?”
She rolled her head to the side and met his gaze, suddenly more awake—and more wary than before. “A ride? Now? To where?”
“To see your sister.”
• • •
Still trembling inside at the thought of seeing her twin, Ari walked into the garage. She waited as Quinn held open the door to his truck. Once she was settled, he slammed it closed behind her before getting in on the driver’s side.
He glanced her way, questions in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He placed a hand on her thigh.
His touch was reassuring, but she fidgeted in her seat anyway. “I’m not sure what to say.”
“I understand, and I’m sure you’re going to be even more speechless as the night goes on. But Ari . . .”
She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips. She liked the familiarity and the intimacy it evoked, especially after the time they’d just shared. And especially now when she needed his support. “Yes?” she asked, swallowing hard.
“I’m breaking every rule I’ve ever lived by tonight.” He cut off his own words with the sound of the engine turning over as he started the truck.
Her heart beat harder in her chest. Why was he breaking those all-important rules? Why do it for her? And why now? But she was too afraid to ask, more afraid of the answers.
Before putting the gearshift in drive, he reached back into a bag he’d already tossed inside. “I need you to put this on.” He held out a dark scarf in front of her. “Blindfold yourself,” he instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument.
She accepted the black garment with shaking hands. “It’s already dark out.”
“You need to trust me. I can’t let you see where we’re going. It’s for your safety as well as your sister’s.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded, then folded the scarf and tied it around her eyes, sealing out what little light there’d been. “Where is she? In general?”
“A safe house,” he said, just as the sensation of sudden movement took her off guard.
They were on their way. Knowing not to question him further, she remained silent as excitement and anticipation took hold. As if he understood, Quinn’s hand returned to rest on her thigh, the sensitive spot just above her knee. Through her jeans, his touch branded her skin, and his palm remained there for the rest of the long, quiet ride to see her sister.
• • •
“Man, are you gonna get your ass kicked for bringing her here.” Marco, the head of security at the safe house, gestured toward Ari, then took great pleasure in info rming Quinn of his conclusion.
“Only if you open your big mouth,” Quinn muttered.
Undaunted, Marco turned his wry wit on Ari. “Anyone tell you that you look just like the pain in the. . . I mean the lady inside?”
“A time or two.” She smiled for the first time since Quinn suggested they make this trip.
He squeezed her hand tight. “Where’s Zoe?”
Marco gestured over his shoulder down a long hall. “Probably in the bedroom. Any place she doesn’t have to deal with me suits her fine,” he said, then tossed his head in a pretty damn good imitation of Ari’s twin. “Yo, Your Highness!” Marco yelled out.
The bedroom door flung open wide, hitting the wall with a loud noise. “How many times do I have to tell you, knock on the door if you expect me to answer you?” Zoe’s distinctive voice sounded in the hall.
“Notice she answered me anyway,” Marco said, chuckling.
“Who are you talking to?” Zoe walked down the hall, stopping short when she saw her sister. “Ari?” she asked, her tone incredulous, her voice cracking.
And for the first time, Quinn actually saw inside the federal agent to the softer, vulnerable woman. One who resembled her twin and who seemed frozen in place.
Quinn glanced at Ari. Her eyes were wide as she took a step forward, then stopped, insecurity halting her in her tracks.
He thought it wasn’t pride that was keeping them apart, but rather shock and uncertainty. Quinn held his breath, wondering which sister would give in first.
Maybe it was the twin thing, but they ran forward at the same time, each engulfing the other in a hug so big, the emotions surrounding them excluded everyone else in the room. Quinn included.
He prodded Marco toward the kitchen in the back of the house, leaving the sisters alone.
He’d brought them together now instead of after the sting because he was pinning his hopes on Ari’s reaction to her sister’s true identity. Ari had always believed her twin had followed in her mother’s footsteps, yet Zoe had actually managed to carve out a life for herself, separate and apart from what Ari called “the insanity.”
Quinn was banking on that revelation to help Ari come to terms with her family and realize she could love them and still lead an independent life here. Just like Zoe.
Quinn hoped like hell his plan worked, or he was shit out of luck and on his own when she was gone.