Dying To Be Heard (Book 1): Outcry (7 page)

He laughed. No, she didn't. He‘d just been caught admiring the creaminess of her skin and the cute way her nose slightly turned up at the end. He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the thought.

Rayne turned to him and waited for him to finish explaining, using her hand in a circular motion. He took a breath.

"After Dr. Schultz was killed, your grandfather was afraid that someone else knew he'd had the formula, and so he burned his own house down. Since they couldn't find him or his body, he was presumed dead.” He shook his head. “I don't know how, but he knew something was going to happen and sent me to get you, called it a gut feeling. I’ve been staying close for about two weeks now, thinking that he was just being a little paranoid, but then the break-ins happened. Someone knows you're involved with it all, and somehow he knew."

Rayne was confused again. "So, you're telling me that whoever this person is that's been following me and breaking into to my house is connected with all of this mess that happened over twenty years ago?"

She wanted to scream. She wanted to stand up and yell at the top of her lungs. Why was she answering for someone else's mistake that happened when she was five?

She held her hands up and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.
You would have died without it. This little inconvenience is a small price to pay for something that gave you your life back.

She just needed a minute to think it all over. "Well, why don't we just find them and explain that I don't have it, don’t know anything about it, and be on our way?"

Camden scoffed and shook his head. "It's not that simple, Rayne. There are other factors involved that you don't know about yet."

"So tell me!" she nearly shouted.

"I can't," he said quietly, and turned to look out the window as they slowly descended into the cottony-white clouds.

She threw her hands up in frustration. "You know what? I'm done." She crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips into a frown. "As soon as we land, I'm taking the next flight back to Seattle. Screw this!"

"Rayne, just calm down." He gave her a sympathetic look. "I know you're frustrated and angry and confused…"

"Oh yeah, how would you know that?" she interrupted.

"It's just as frustrating for me." He reached into his pocket and removed the shades, putting them on and turning to stare out the window in silence.

Rayne huffed to herself.
How does he know what I’m feeling? Has he ever been stalked, left in the dark, and had only half the story told to him?
She doubted it.

Camden pulled out his cell phone. Against all recommendations, suggestions, and policies, he pressed the power button and watched as the screen came to life.

She jumped to cover the device with her hand and pushed it down into his lap. "Are you crazy?" she asked, her bright green eyes darting around to make sure no one had seen. "Are you trying to make us crash?"

His much larger, muscular hand swatted hers away. "Only a multitude of cellular signals will interfere with a plane’s navigational system. One will do nothing. And what are they gonna do to us, throw us off?" he asked.

Rayne sighed. Wasn't it bad enough that she hated flying? No, of course not. It's always more exciting with a stranger and weird stories about her past. Why not throw in death by a plane crash because of an idiot with a cell phone? That really would make her obituary interesting.

Suddenly, she heard the device vibrating wildly in his hand. One, two, four missed calls, and a growing number of text messages. Camden ripped off the shades and stared at the screen with a horrified look.

Rayne couldn't stop her heart from pounding in her chest. Something was wrong, very wrong. She watched as he twisted in his seat, his eyes scanning the rows in front of and behind them. He eventually braced forward again, his breathing heavy and erratic.

"What's wrong?" she asked, beginning to feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Camden squeezed his eyes shut and folded his hand around the device. He inhaled deeply, his face morphing first into anger, then pain. The phone creaked and popped in protest under the pressure of his fist, and the urge to punch something was nearly impossible to resist.

She had the most horrible, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was horribly wrong, and she was beginning to panic. "Would you tell me what the hell is going on?"

He stopped just long enough to look at her, and this time he could read every emotion she was feeling: fear, confusion, uncertainty, maybe even a little excitement. Turning toward her, he lowered his voice. "I need you to listen to me. As soon as this plane lands, I need you to calmly get up and get your bag." He glanced around again. "We have to get off this plane, and fast."

Rayne nodded. She didn’t know why or what had happened, but she knew that whatever it was had him frightened.

"When we get in the terminal, I need you to just go along with whatever I do. It doesn't matter what it is. Just go with it." He raised an eyebrow in question, looking for any sign that she was following him.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to nod again. "What's happened?" she managed to choke out.

The plane bounced a bit as they came closer to the ground, and her stomach dropped as they fell a few feet.

He stared at her, uncertainty on his face. "They know we're here and where we're going." He checked behind them again.

Rayne shrugged. "Is it really that big a deal? I mean, it wasn't hard to figure out. I didn't know where we going, but it was pretty easy to see. All they had to do was watch which terminal we went into."

The plane rattled and shook as they touched down, and she couldn't keep herself from gripping the armrest until her knuckles were white.

Camden shook his head. "You're not getting it," he said. "They know about your grandfather, and they found him."

The plane came to a jerky stop and began to taxi off the runway as they stared at each other. He unbuckled his seat belt and made her do the same.

"What does that mean? How do you know that?"

He shook his head. "I'm not the only one who works for Martin, but that's not important. What is important," he said, looking out the window as the gate was extended out to reach the door of the plane, "is that you remember what I told you."

She nodded. "Right. Just go with it."

He nodded and replaced the glasses on the inside pocket of his jacket. "Yes. And we are going to calmly make our way out as if nothing is wrong."

The fasten seat belt sign went off, and Rayne's adrenaline began to pump harder. She could tell that he was shaken by the sudden change of events, and it scared her. He seemed so put together, and for that shell to be broken, it must have been something major.

With the plane now completely parked, she stood and quickly retrieved her bag from the overhead compartment, all while trying not to look suspicious.

Camden stood and placed his hand on her hip as she pulled the bag down, swinging the strap over her shoulder. The place his hand connected was on fire and tingled, spreading over her midsection. Mentally chastising herself, she reminded herself that now was not the time or the place to get all warm and fuzzy.

"Let's go," he whispered, and grabbed her hand to lead her to the exit. They were the first ones off and nearly ran up the ramp into the terminal, where Camden stopped and took a cautious look around.

People were milling about, talking idly, wheeling luggage, and paying no attention to them. Once out in the crowd, Camden slowed their pace. He kept his head turning this way and that, as if it were on a swivel, but never looked at her as she was pulled along, their hands firmly clasped together.

His step faltered slightly as they turned a corner near the entrance of the tiny airport, and without a word, he turned and slammed her up against the wall, pressing his lips to hers in a forceful kiss.

Rayne's eyes widened in shock as she was flattened between his rigid body and the cold wall. She placed her palms against his chest, ready to push him away, when she remembered his words:
Just go with it.

Unsure of what else to do, she snaked her arms up and around his neck, leaning into his kiss, an equal player in his game. Her head tilted to one side so that their mouths fit together more easily, and she was able to look over his shoulder.

She couldn’t be sure, but she believed that she had spotted the reason for his reaction: Two men, both pale-skinned with shades and leather jackets like Camden's, were searching through the faces in the crowd. They looked about suspiciously, and she recognized their fluid movements as similar to his.

One of them looked in their direction, his eyes roaming over the two of them before he turned and looked elsewhere. Her heart was pounding so heavily in her chest and pumping so much adrenaline that she was sure she could hear the blood rushing in her ears.

The men barely had made it past them by just a few feet, her eyes following their every move, when she was caught off guard by his tongue on her lips. Taken aback, a moan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes and parted enough to let him sweep inside. His musky scent mixed with the fervent onslaught of his tongue and ever-present tingle everywhere their bodies touched was enough to drive her insane.

He pushed her harder into the wall, his hands coming up to fist in the long auburn hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head backwards. His tongue dove in and out of her mouth, swirling around her own in a passionate tango. The rough stubble of his jaw scraped against her chin, leaving a delicious burn in its wake.

He abruptly pulled away, looking down at her in what she only could assume was a hunger that closely matched her own. His hands still were entangled in her hair and his breathing was labored, but he gave her a cocky, one-sided smirk. If she wasn't mistaken, she might have thought he enjoyed it. She had, and entirely too much!

Mentally slapping herself for getting too carried away, she wiped her mouth and gestured in the direction of the two men. "They're gone."

He nodded and grabbed her hand once again to lead her out of the airport. The silence was a little awkward after what had just transpired between them, but she was beginning to understand the severity of the situation and knew that it didn’t matter. Her meltdown could wait until later.

Parked directly in front of the main entrance to the airport was a black SUV. Camden continued in complete silence as he made a beeline for the back door and opened it to help her inside. He climbed in after her and only nodded to the guy in the driver’s seat. He was dark-skinned with a buzz cut, those same dark shades, and another leather jacket.

What is it with these people? Are they all part of some exclusive club where they all dress the same?

They pulled away from the small airport, and once he felt they were far enough, Camden finally relaxed enough to stop nervously searching behind them.

Rayne managed to calm herself as well. The adrenaline from such immediate danger and the excitement from their heated moment had begun to wear off. "So, does someone want to tell me what is going on?" She looked back and forth between the two, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" she said a little louder than she'd intended. Her sanity was little more than questionable before the airport incident, and it was pretty much nonexistent at this point. She thought the least she deserved was an explanation, and she didn’t care how she got it.

Camden reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through a few menus, looking at a few things, before closing the device and replacing it in his jacket. He rubbed his hands over his face as if he could wipe it all away. There was no easy way to do it.

"They found him," he said quietly, and turned to look at her with sadness and sympathy. "Your grandfather is dead."

Her stomach sank and her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure how she should feel at that moment. There were so many overwhelming emotions, and she didn't know how to handle them all. She was angry and scared, a little hurt, and even anxious. There was an odd sense of despair, but she couldn’t pinpoint its origin.

A single tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. Rayne wondered what part of her emotional storm had caused it. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, the only thing she had to look forward to was ripped right out from under her. After all the years of thinking him dead, she’d been excited about finally seeing him again.

She felt his hand gently touch her shoulder. Normally, she was the type who didn't like to be touched when she was hurting, emotional or otherwise, but something about his subtle touch made her welcome it.

Slowly, she turned to look at him. She could see his own pain peeking through his skillful mask.

"Are you ok?" he asked quietly.

She laughed. "Define ok."

He let his hand fall back to his lap and nodded. That was a good enough response. She'd been through so much in just a short period of time. She went from being alone, to being stalked, finally having someone, and now was back to alone again.

Rayne shifted her position in the backseat of the SUV so that she was angled toward him.

"So what does this mean for me now?" Her face was blank, void of emotion. "Do you just send me back home and wait for something to happen to me? What?"

She was angry. At who or what, she wasn't quite sure yet. Her life was upside down, and on top of that, she was stuck in some little Podunk in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana. Anger was her go-to emotion. She used it to hide her disappointment or sadness. It fueled her courage, and at the same time, her fear.

Camden stared. "Well, one thing is for sure. I can't let you go back home. Not yet, anyway." He leaned forward and whispered something to the driver, who nodded in return. "I need to be here, to keep things straight and get to the bottom of all this, but I can't protect you if you aren't with me. So until this is all over, either myself or one of my team," he gestured to the driver, "will be with you at all times."