After all she’s gone through, if he thinks I’m going to let him arrest her, he better think again. “No, you’re off the hook. Charlie sent proof. Tommy hired an assassin to kill Brownstone, whose real name, by the way, was Brad Schmidt.”
“Speaking of my client? Where is she?” Reaching to the mammoth plate in the center of the table, Sky snatches a buffalo wing, dips it in blue cheese, then takes a bite
“Witness protection.” Colin’s head tilts and his acerbic tone implies he won’t say more which is okay by me. There’s nothing I want more than to take my woman home and make love to her.
Smiling, I reach an arm around her shoulder and squeeze. “I think you deserve a vacation in Manhattan.”
Her frown makes me wonder if she’s having second thoughts about the whole being in love thing.
“What’s wrong, babe?” When I gaze into her brown eyes, the corners of her mouth sink further.
The french fry becomes her pointer stick. “I was just thinking. Tommy owes me a lot of back pay and now, I’m never going to see a penny of it.”
Relieved her concerns are not about me, I lean back in my chair as O’Brien snatches one of our fried calamari. Before he pops it into his mouth, he holds it in the air and catches everyone’s attention.
“Speaking of… While we were busy trying to prevent world war three, the arms dealer escaped on his private jet.”
“Seriously? Tell me you at least arrested his wife.” Her question gets answered by a quick shake of the FBI agent’s head.
“But you don’t need worry. She’ll be following in the same path as others who have failed.”
“Poisoning would be far too kind.” Sky scowls. “So would getting blown up in her private jet. Or both.”
Chuckling, I kiss her pursed lips. “Babe, she’s done for. Let it go.”
Chapter 28
Sky
A few weeks later
Grinning ear to ear, my half-naked lover enters his kitchen and presses me against the countertop. The man kisses me so thoroughly, it takes a moment to realize he’s started a conversation.
“…an appointment with the FBI tomorrow, if you’d like.” His brown eyes hold so much hope, I’m dying to say yes, but I’ll be bored in less than a week.
“We’ve talked about this, hun.”Me behind a desk? I’d rather be beaten to death by a lantern holding porch gnome.
“You should stay here and be my sexy paid escort.” While my hot stud waggles his brows and flicks a Groucho Marx cigar, I snicker.
God, I wish it were so easy. “Dean, we barely know each other.”
At my sad smile, his forehead wrinkles and his voice lowers to a growl. “The hell we don’t. We’ve explored every inch of each other’s bodies. I know how wet you are as I enter you and your sweet screams when you come.”
Those dark bedroom eyes almost make me give in, but what if we break up? I would prefer to remain friends. “Babe, we agreed to slow down and start over. I promise, once life returns to normal, and if you still love me, I’ll move in with you.”
As I cup his cheek, he diverts his eyes and takes a step back. “Patten Securities is looking for a female bodyguard.”
His petulant tone makes no sense. Their firm is based in Manhattan and would be the perfect gig.
“Are you saying you arranged a job interview?” My heart races and I hold my breath.
“No.” After he dashes my hopes, he shoots me a lop-sided smile. “But you do have work, starting next week, if you’d like.”
“Wow. That’s awesome. Thank you, I think?” WhenI hug him to me, I can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t return my enthusiastic embrace.
“There’s one thing you should know. You’ll be gone until Christmas.”
Ah, so that’s the catch.I capture his eyes. “I’ll come home every weekend?”
