DECEPTION IN DENALI - EXCERPT CHAPTER 4

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          Thomas and Vanessa finally headed out into the night, leaving Jack and Deborah alone.

          “You going to talk?” he asked quietly. He wished it would be that easy and she would just say what he needed to know.

          “Not about what you want me to,” she answered.

          “Then we’ll just sit here in awkward silence,” he told her, shrugging his shoulders. “No big deal to me one way or the other.” Sitting there looking at her beautiful face would be torture, but at this point he didn’t have much choice. He should have brought some books or something.

          “Jerk,” she mumbled.

          The clock on the living room wall was ticking loudly as they sat staring at each other in some sort of weird visual standoff. The only other sound in the room was their breathing. Eventually Deborah began tapping her fingers on the coffee table and Jackson started jiggling his foot.

          “Who are you running from?” he asked to break the silence. As close as they’d been, it should be easy to keep a conversation going. Although right then he didn’t really want to talk to her.  The anger he felt was foreign and shocking to him.

          “None of your business,” she muttered. “You do realize that every hour we waste here, the bigger the chance my son dies?”

          “Our son is perfectly safe,” Jack returned, matter of fact. “My new ranger friends are taking turns making sure of it.”

          Deb rolled her eyes at him and sat silent. At least he was taking care of Michael, she’d give him that. But it still didn’t make her any less afraid. She was trying not to let him see just how terrified she was, because she needed that advantage.

          Jack sighed, leaning his head back against the love seat he was sitting on. To his knowledge, Deborah had never been this stubborn. It was about to drive him out of his mind, but he would let her get a good night sleep and then he would make her talk.

          “It’s getting chilly in here, can you start a fire?” she asked, looking away. “Please.”

          “Yeah,” Jack huffed. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move or I’ll chase you down and tie your ass to that dining room chair after all.”

          “Promise?” she whispered, looking at him in a way he never thought he would see again.

          “Be careful what you ask for little girl, or you might just get it.” His whole body was aching for her now and she knew it. She was trying to throw him off his game. “But then again, you always did want to try that didn’t you? Tie you naked to the bed, taste every inch of your body and then drive into you, again and again for the finale, right?”

          Deborah whimpered and looked away. “Stop it Jack, You’re playing with fire.” She had been trying to throw him off her game but he’d turned it around.

          “I want to get burned Deb, just one more time. I want you to heat my soul to the point of no return.”

          “Jack,” she sobbed. “Please don’t.”

          He turned away from her and headed out the back door to get firewood. She quickly stood and crept to the front door, silently praying that when he’d disarmed the back door, the front one was affected too. She opened it and slipped outside, quickly making her way to her SUV. Thank God she’d learned to hotwire a vehicle.

She climbed into the SUV and set about trying to start it when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Going somewhere sweet stuff?” Thomas asked.

She sighed and let her head fall forward onto the steering wheel. “I thought you left,” she murmured.

“Nope, we knew you’d try something like this.”

“Jack appeared at the door of the vehicle and pulled her out. “Thanks Tom, I owe you one.”

“No problem man. I’ll see you when I see you.”

Jack walked Deb back into the house and shut the door. “You’re not going anywhere until you talk sweetheart, so you might as well stop trying.”

“Never,” she mumbled, feeling braver than she was. She walked to the couch and sat down hard. Now she didn’t know when in the hell she would be able to escape again. Could she trust Jack with the info she had. Eight years of fear and running told her ‘no’. But her heart kept whispering ‘maybe’.