He kissed her

Miguel smirks, "I'm afraid I'm adamant at some point baby girl" He dragged his hands through his dripping wet hair, then scraped the rain off his face. “Not until I get some answers.”
“The cabin management is going to hear about this,” she sputtered at him through the water dripping down her face, obviously angry at his audacity. 
“The cabin management?” He lifted one brow. “As in Beverly at the real estate office?”
She smirks, "Only if your sharp brain is working for you. When she rented me the cabin next to yours she said I’d be safe up here, and that you were a fine boy I could trust. She obviously doesn’t know you like to tie women up for sport and kidnap them.”
“For a woman who’s been tied up and kidnapped, you’ve got quite a mouth on you. You actually remind me of someone that I want to kill and as well....." Then he paused. 
Bella's heart becomes heavy. She knew he was talking about her. "As well what?" She asked slowly. 
Miguel smirks, "Just a talkative like you"
She swung her heavy boot out at him, Bella thought she had to ease the tension or else he's going to get all moody again and he yelped when she made contact with his chin. 
He jumped away as she drew back for a second blow. Narrowing his eyes to fierce slits, he rubbed at his leg and growled at her. “Why are you so strong? I swear I had no intention of hurting you, but with this..... I'm going to make you wish you weren't born Blondie"
Bella smirks, "I'll love to see you try" she smirks like this, Miguel notice that her smirks is curved to both sides of her lips, just like Bella's.... He combat with his mind that wanted to say this woman is just like Bella Trump, but he dismissed the thought. 'Why am I thinking of that traitor today?'
“it's not the first time I'm dealing with the likes of you, or should I even say you?" She tossed back her head. “I once have a man in my life, he thought me how to use a gun, how to hold my chin so high and mighty despite all hates. One day, I'm going to make him slap you in the face for treating me this way"
In spite of himself, he almost laughed. He had to admire her spunk, especially the fact that she's fierce and has a very sharp tongue despitethose ropes she was on. He wasn’t sure if she was lying about having a man in her life, but he was damn certain she was fibbing about why she was up here in the mountains.
He picked up her backpack that he’d dropped on the floor beside her. “Well now, what have we here.” He smiled at her. “Let’s have a look, shall we?”
“That’s my personal property, it's rude going through my things, jerk!" she threatened, but he caught the edge of distress in her voice.
Blondie, if I knew what was good for me, I’d have left you tied up in the storm, stop yapping like you can actually do anything" He quips back almost harshly. 
Her jaw clamped tight, cussing him in her mind, 'This moron only get more cocky and rude by the years, nothing changed!' 
He snaps open the backpack. “Nice camera.” He pulled out an expensive 35mm Nikon and gave a soft whistle of appreciation. Then her phone, "You must be from a rich family? Only a few could afford the limited edition of Samsung Galaxy these days"
Bella snorts, "As if having a phone is a big luxury"
Miguel says nothing and keeps rummaging through her properties until his hand lands on the cream cracker biscuits she had, his eyes widens. "You eat cream crackers?" 
Bella nearly forgot her mission, "Grandpa buys them alot in the fridge. I remember going to steal them because he won't let me touch it" 
Miguel warns off his subconscious mind that goes straight to Bella again, 'No. Sh can't be that traitor!'
Despite the foul mood she’d put him in, he grinned at her, then turned his attention back to her bag. He pulled out a small, brown leather wallet and flipped it open. “Let’s see if you have a name other than Blondie. Ah, here it is. Jarrett” He held up her driver’s license. “Valerie Jarrett.” He glanced up sharply. “You're from Liverpool?”
She said nothing, just shot poison arrows at him while water dripped off her nose. Miguel's heat skips a beat, is there any family he doesn't know in Liverpool? As long as he could remember, there's no Jarrett in Liverpool so where did this woman pops up from? 
He stared at the woman, wondered for one brief, horrible second if he might have made a mistake. No. She was lying, he's sure of that. 
He might be wrong about her having thesame traits as Bella Trump. 'Bella is not as smart as going to get a fake identity'
So why the hell had she been watching him, then? Another temptation sent by Cartersville?
Her driver’s license appeared authentic; he could spot a fake from ten meters. It certainly described her accurately. Five foot eight, blond. Green eyes, 125 pounds, though it was hard to tell under the heavy overalls she had on. She was twenty-six and lived in an apartment on Brooks Avenue in Philadelphia. But born and brought up in Liverpool. 
Nothing ominous, nothing suspicious.
Miguel ignored her continued protests while he flipped through the rest of her gear. Binoculars, bottled water, a pack of sanitary pads, a movie scrips that looks more like a novel, and finally a box....
He was about to open it but Bella snaps it from him. "Why should you open that one? It's a gift from my lover!" 
Miguel drops the box without any box as he snorts. 
“If you’re through,” she said with enough ice in her voice to slice ten degrees off the heat in the room, “you can untie these ropes now. I'm sure you're a gentleman enough to know that this is domestic violence"
If not for the fact that his Bella was a fiesty one, Miguel would have say this woman is really fancinating and quite a likeable character. Even tied up, soaking wet, she made demands with the air of a Mafia Princess.
Tossing the backpack onto the worn leather couch facing the fireplace, he hunkered down beside the woman, draping one arm casually over his knee while he studied his prey. Chin lifted, she stared right back, her eyes shooting green lightning bolts that matched the ferocity of the storm outside.
He leaned in close, brought his face within an inch of hers and caught the scent of raspberry drifting from her wet hair. “I’ll make you a deal, Valerie. You tell me the truth, and I'll let you go because keeping you here is very useless to me"
Bella almost laughed. 'Who can ever expect that I'll see this day again?' 
“I’ll make you a deal, Rodriguez, she purred back. “Shut that mouth of yours, and perhaps I'll refrain myself from biting your dick later when you know who I really am”
He chuckled, actually enjoying himself for the first time since this pain-in-the-butt had shown up. 
His laughter was cut short by the sudden ring Bella's eyes widens, then her mouth as she sucked in air scream perhaps she would be saved by whoever is at the door...
Miguel Rodriguez didn't know who that is, might be Carter's men or sent by his Grandpa to check up on him.
Only one thing can shut her up at this m
oment... Miguel Rodriguez bends his head and leaned closer. 
He kissed her.