"Would ... it even ... help me?" I whispered.
He raised a hand and stroked my cheek. I shivered. His hand was rough, but it felt good. Apparently I had lost my mind, because I suddenly wished he would kiss me. His hand went under my chin. I could feel, if not see his intense eyes on me.
"Maybe!" He whispered softly.
It took my brain a while to realize that he had responded to my previous question, which I had already forgotten in the emotional confusion.
"You know what I did. You put your pretty little nose in things that are none of your business," he said, running his thumb slowly over my lips. A shiver made me tremble. "You told the police about me! My boss wants you dead! Do you understand that?"
"Yes," I breathed, hypnotized by his rough voice.
"What should I do with you?" He as
