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Jonathan had told me, there was only one contact in the phone.  I touched Oliver Rush’s name and the phone began to dial.
    I wanted to know why Jonathan thought Oliver would answer but the thought never had the chance to flourish in my mind.
    Oliver picked up before the second ring.
    “Who is this?”
    “Oliver… Oliver Rush?”
    “Who is this?”
    “It’s… Isabella Grace.”
    Silence.
    “Are you safe?”
    “I don’t know,” I replied.  My shaky voice wasn’t great acting, I was scared out of my mind.  Of course, what I was actually scared of and what Oliver thought I was scared of were two different things.
    “Is he with you?”
    “Not right now.”  It wasn’t a lie.
    “I knew you’d call me.  I’m… sorry…”
    “No, don’t.  Not now.  Can you help me?”
    Another pause came.
    It occurred to me that Jonathan could be wrong.  Oliver Rush could say no, could hang up, could already be making arrangements to leave the area.
    “Of course I’ll help you,” he said to me.
    I closed my eyes, inching closer to the reality of what would come.
    “Thank you,” I whispered.
    “I’ll always help you.  You’re too beautiful to be like this.  Your name has been ringing in my mind over and over… Isabella Grace…”
    “He’s on his phone, on the other side of the house.  I know where the keys are, to the car.”
    “He left a car there?” Oliver Rush asked.
    “The driver got sick,” I quickly covered, “so he sent the man away.  The man was visibly ill and Jonathan just told him to leave.”
    “Sounds about right.  Sick bastard.”
    “There’s a hotel nearby…”
    “I know what one,” Oliver Rush said.  “Hurry there.  I keep a room, just in case.  419.  I’ll make sure there’s an extra card for you, okay?  We can meet there, but only for a few minutes.”
    “A few minutes?” I asked.  “Then what?”
    “Then we flee.  We get on a private plane and we go wherever you want to go.  Anywhere in the world, beautiful Isabella Grace.  I’ll shower you with money, gifts, my heart, and a passion you’ve never seen before.  There’s emotions beyond lust.”
    I nodded, knowing Oliver Rush couldn’t see me.  I liked the way he spoke.  I liked the words.  My heart started to speed up hearing him speak.  I looked over my shoulder and saw the door open enough to show Jonathan Black’s face and body as he stood there.  He looked at me and I looked away, not wanting to give away my sensitive position.
    “I’ll meet you soon,” I said.
    “I’ll think of you, Isabella Grace.  And please, just leave.  Don’t worry about anything, just leave.  I’ll buy whatever you leave behind.”
    I took the phone from my ear and ended the call.
    I turned and swallowed hard, my body feeling weak.
    Had I just setup a murder?
    Before I could speak, Jonathan’s phone started to ring again.  He hurried and put it to his chest to muffle the sound. 
    “Is that important?” I asked.
    “Not as important as this moment,” Jonathan replied.  “You.  Me.  What’s happening.”
    He pushed the door open all the way now and stepped back into the room.  He walked up to me and touched my face.  His hands were everywhere on me acting as though we’d never see each other again.  His thumbs caressed my cheeks but he spoke no words of romance and his eyes looked sexy but distant.  When he slipped his fingers into my hair, he let out a sigh of relief.  His other hand moved down to my shoulder and then down my arm to my hand and fingers.  As he interlocked our fingers together, I felt the crash of emotions inside me and I gasped for air.  If I hadn’t, I would’ve cried. 
    Jonathan Black pulled me, our bodies together.
    We stood in silence for what felt like hours and I wished it to be days, maybe even years.
    He stepped back from me and looked down to our hands together.
    “You leave,” he said.  “Oliver Rush will be waiting.”
    “And you?”
    His eyes met mine.