SEIZED Part 3: Steamy Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) by JC Coulton Page B

but I’m a fool, Blake. I didn’t want you to get in trouble. And now I’m all the way in New Jersey, looking for April myself.”
    I’m mentally patting myself in the back with my performance, but slowly, the words are getting to me. I hope I don’t have to keep this up for long, because I might break down any minute.
    I’ve clearly caught him off guard with my last statement. He hasn’t replied, and he looks like he can’t figure out what to say. I take the opportunity to shake off his hand from my arm and run away. It’s not my problem if he suddenly has an attack of guilt. He’s made his own bed with Neon and, he’ll have to pay for that sad error in judgment.
    Without looking back, I cross the street to look for Jason in the taxi. There’s nothing more to say to Blake Anderson. I’ll just finish up my task, go wherever Jason takes me, and hopefully the FBI will find April before today is out. After that, it will be time for me to move on to a new chapter of my life.
    If today doesn’t work, I’ll ask my boss to let me write the article while I’m still in New York. Eventually, I’ll head back to Iowa, and I hope to God it’s with April. It’s not doing my heart any good to be around this man. I wish I could sleep in my own bed tonight. It could be time for me to stop trying to force things to happen, and just let it happen now. I’m mentally exhausted.

Chapter Twelve
    Carrie
    After that confrontation with Blake, I’m off-balance. I’m sure he’s hiding something more. The thought that I slept with him makes me sick. I could scream with frustration, but I’m on the street, I’m wired for sound, and I want to preserve any last shred of dignity I can. Now is not the time for venting. I’ll do that later, at the hotel; when there’s space to process the grief washing over me.
    Despite everything, despite all the lies he’s been telling and all the secrets he’s keeping, my pussy is throbbing. I want Blake like I’ve never wanted any one before. Just the sound of his voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. An attraction of this intensity must have a lifetime effect. I feel like he’s branded on my soul. As if fate has stuck us together for a reason.
    Oh God, I just don’t know who to believe . There’s something to be said for trusting your gut. I was aware the whole time that something was wrong with Blake, but was it really this? Could he have been leaving me to touch someone else in the same way, or is there more to this story? Instinctively, in the center of my heart, I want to trust Blake Anderson. But I would have to be the biggest fool on the planet if I didn’t listen to the FBI. Christ, maybe I’m beyond help, to even be thinking this way.
    I look around for Jason and sigh. There is no decision to be made. He came to see me, I got the message across about Neon, and left him standing there. That’s it. I need to focus on what’s important. I did this for April and no one else. I’m a good friend, and there’s a chance I may just uncover the story of the century. Whatever is going on with Blake needs to be sidelined.
    Jason drives up in the taxi, and I slide into the passenger seat next to him. My tasks are almost done. It’s a tiny victory.
    “How was that?” he asks.
    “Good. Did he take the bait?”
    “A team is following him to see where he goes.”
    “Okay. Are you sure I was being followed by Neon’s people? I didn’t see anyone suspicious or feel any one watching at all. Just goes to show how much I know about surveillance…”
    “You did well. Not to worry.”
    It’s not until then that I look over, and notice Jason is dressed as a completely different man. A hat and fake beard cover most of his face. Even his posture looks different. The changes seem very real, and that’s what is ironic. This is my life now. I’m in an FBI car, driving the streets with a man who’s actually in disguise—after leaving Blake, who was dressed as himself and has