“I didn’t until the sunlight caught the lens.” My logical explanation does nothing to erase the doubt etched on her face.
“Bullshit. Who are you? Wait, don’t tell me—the suit, the wool coat, the traipsing around in camouflage. God, I am such an idiot. You’re internal affairs.”
“Nope. You’re way off base.” Cupping her cheeks, I bring my lips so near to Kelly’s mouth, we almost touch. “I need you to be quiet. Trust me, for one second, okay? Can you do that?”
Shivering, she nods, halving the distance. No longer able to resist, I brush my lips across hers. Moaning, she slips her fingertips under my ears, which kickstarts my cock. When I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, she delights me by thrusting her tongue deep.
It’s only a little smooch, and yet I want to strip off her clothes. When we break for air, it takes a moment to reboot reality. Lifting her hair, I press her body to the door and grind my want into her arched pelvis. “I’m going to drag you inside and hope whoever’s watching will believe we’re about to fuck.”
“I suppose Icouldtry to act like I’m attracted to you.” She wraps her long legs around my waist.
Groaning, I place my left hand under her butt, carrying her to the bathroom. “We need to make certain there’s no surveillance in here.”
Her hands rub up and down her arms while she cranes her neck toward the drop ceiling. “Surely, no one would—”
“We’ve no idea who we’re dealing with.” After I plant a kiss on her frown, I continue my search.
Finding nothing, I slide her hair away from her ear, then lean in. “Speak quietly. There could be mics.”
Eyes widening, she palms my unshaven cheeks. “Who are you, really?”
I could lose my job, but circumstances have changed. The way I see it, I have no choice but to let her in on the operation. “I’m FBI. The president wants an accurate count of people coming over the border. No more. No less.”
Mouth skewing, she shakes her head. “Seriously?”
“Yup.” I nod and pop the ‘p’.
“That’s it. The truth.” I leave out the Iranians because I haven’t yet decided how to deal with them.
“And the camera? Was that your doing?” Her accusation cuts deep, but I can hardly blame her.
“No, babe.”
Closing her eyes, she scowls. “If we remove it, they’ll know we’re onto them. Until we figure out the who and the why, we should leave it be.”
“Agreed.” As the tension in my shoulders fades away, she slides from my grasp and pokes my chest.
“So, why leave Homeland out of your Federal count-fest?” The fluorescent light buzzes overhead while I try to invent a valid reason to keep her out of the woods.
“It’s not safe.” The instant the words exit my mouth, I know I’m screwed.
Her grimace tightens. “I’m the border agent,babe. It’s my job.”
She can give me all the attitude she wants, but I’m not changing my mind. “We’ll talk about it. By the way, my real name is Scott Hunter. Everyone calls me Hunt.”
Chapter 10
Kelly
It took me all day to convince Jack, AKA Scott Hunter, that I should join him tonight in the woods. Now, sitting in his Ford Explorer, my tsunami of thoughts rises, ready to smash me into tiny bits.
Hunt? What kind of nickname is that? What was up with calling me babe?
Gram’s voice speaks from inside my head.Admit it, sweetie, you loved it.
Oh fuck, now I’m arguing with my dead grandmother. If you add this to my unhinged mental box, I’m two clicks away from a psychotic break.
Oblivious to my inner crazy chatter, Mr. FBI hands me a silver space blanket and hand warmers. “Who’s watching your daughter?”
