"There's something about watching you..." he murmured and then caught himself as though he hadn't realized he was speaking out loud.
She didn't respond. Didn't know how to respond. If he wanted to be a creepy voyeur, that was his thing, she couldn't stop him. She ate as much as she could and then pushed the tray away and sat back in her seat feeling more relaxed and less anxious. So far, this whole kidnapping thing wasn't so bad. It included a private luxury jet and food. She'd even bet his place in Miami had a pool.
Nic reached for her plate and, picking up her fork, ate the rest of her eggs. She watched him, slightly embarrassed by the intimacy of sharing food and utensils with a virtual stranger. That fork that was entering his mouth had also been in hers. Yet she wasn't grossed out,
