How the hell do I know?“Jason, how is this possible? The message could not have come from underwater.”
Wearing a rare frown, the avatar blinks. “Yes, Samantha. I agree it is highly unlikely. I believe the Chinese are blocking my ability to trace this text.”
Suds cups my cheeks and waits for my eyes to meet his. “Babe, you need to pull back. I got a real bad feeling about this.”
This is why owning a private detective agency with your over-protective spouse can be difficult. He will want you to bail at the smallest, most insignificant of threats.
Patiently, I try to convince him to see reason. “Honey, whoever the killer is, he’s scared or he wouldn’t leave such an elaborate trail. Don’t you see? We’re getting close.”
“No, sugar. He’s taunting you. You need to back the fuck off.” His jaw clenches making his neck muscles twitch.
I slip a hand to his cheek, willing him to chill out. “But you’ll be here to protect me.”
“What if he went after you at the store just now? Or followed you home and got you in our stairwell, huh? You’re not thinking clearly, Sam.”
Damn. Nothing pisses me off more than him implying I’m the one being unreasonable. We can’t run a PI business and be one hundred percent safe all the time.
“You’re being overly cautious.” I poke at his chest.
“Am not.”
“Am too.”Yeah, after a month of lockdown, we’ve officially turned into toddlers.
Jason blinks from my monitor. “Do you need my services any longer or should I wait for your argument to end?”
Crap. I forgot he was still there. “No. We’re good. Aren’t we?” I glare at Suds.
“You need to start being more careful.” He stomps into the bathroom, the only place to hide, and slams the door.
I follow and pound on the oak. “Not fair. You’re not my bodyguard. You’re my husband and my partner.Youshould remember that.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.” Sitting, I steam and stare at my computer screen until he returns a few minutes later.
“Green or brown.”
“Huh?”
“Your ham omelet.”
“Yellow please.” I try not to smile but he’s absolutely impossible to stay angry with.
Later, I relax in front of a YouTube video when Suds brings over my plate. “What the fuck are you watching?”
“Well, you said I need to be more vigilant. I’m trying to teach myself how.”
“Not with that, you’re not.” He grabs my mouse and shuts down the window. “If you want to protect yourself, I’ll learn you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Suds
If one of my SEAL brothers ever told me I’d marry the most stubborn woman on the planet, I would’ve laughed my ass off. It’s not so funny, now.
Sam grabs her laptop, closes it, and hugs it to her chest. “I don’t need any help. Besides, there’s no room.”
I move our stuff to the counter, pick up the table, and lean the top against the bathroom door. This leaves a decent size footprint for us to wrestle.
