“Yeah, clear my calendar for the rest of the week.”
“Hez, what are you doing?” Simon hissed.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Just do it.”
“Whatever you say, brother.” Simon shook his head and stalked back to the town car as I climbed into the limo and shut the door.
I really didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that I wanted to have every single moment free to spend with Hannah while I could. There was something about this woman that was affecting me in a way I didn’t understand. But I knew that whatever it was, I really liked it.
Chapter Three
~Hannah~
I think it must have been the shock of being robbed that allowed me to not only get into a stranger’s car in a foreign country, but to let him take me to his house as if we were friends and that was a totally normal thing to do.
The longer we drove, the more worried I started to become. We’d left the city proper behind a while ago, and the limo was just following the town car through the winding, forest roads toward who the hell knew where.
“Maybe I should go try to check into my hotel again instead,” I said after about twenty minutes of silence between me and Hez.
“I doubt they’ll let you check in without identification,” he reminded me.
Right. That was probably true. I also didn’t have my credit card anymore. God, why hadn’t they let me check in? Even if the room wasn’t ready, I should have at least been able to start the process.
“When we get back to my place, we’ll call whomever you need to back home. Did you leave copies of any of your documents with them?”
I had actually done that. It was one of the many precautions I’d read about online for what to do when traveling to a foreign country. But what no one prepared me for was the idea that I might lose my phone. And with it, the contact information for everyone I knew.
“I don’t know anyone’s phone number,” I admitted, heat flaming at my cheeks in my embarrassment.
“That’s a common issue in this age of technology. But I’m sure you’ll be able to reach someone online, yes? Social media or email?”
Thank God he was thinking clearly. If he hadn’t come along I’d probably still be running through the streets of the market, clutching my pearls and wailing. Maybe he wasn’t a bad guy after all.
“Right,” I agreed as the car came to a stop. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”
“It’s no trouble,” he assured me.
I turned to look out the window just as the car began moving again and noticed that we were passing between two huge wrought iron gates.
“Where are we?” I asked, turning back to look at Hez.
“My home,” he answered with a shrug.
Looking out the window once more, I almost fainted again as we approached a massive castle, complete with a fountain out front and turrets at the top.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked him again, my gaze still locked on the white stone monstrosity he claimed was his home.
“I told you,” he answered, a smirk pulling at his lips. “I’m a businessman.”
“Is that business drugs?” I asked sharply, turning a narrowed gaze toward him.
“No,” he said. “I deal with security.”
“Thanks for vaguing that up for me,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I own several private security firms,” Hez explained. “We deal in personal protection, cyber security and private investigation. Basically, I am a good guy, Hannah. And while you are with me, no harm will come to you.”
“I feel like that’s something a serial killer would say,” I told him.