This was it.
He had brought his files home. What self-respecting FBI agent did something so foolish?
An overconfident one. A man who was sure he’d never be compromised.
An idiot with no freaking clue.
With shaking hands I started to open it.
“Hannah?”
I quickly shoved the file back into the briefcase and closed it.
I hurried to the middle of the room, preparing what I was going to say once Mason found me standing in his bedroom like some crazy stalker.
“Uh, hey,” I said once he appeared in the doorway.
Mason frowned. “Did you get lost? I didn’t think the directions were that difficult.”
I laughed nervously. Could he tell?
I had to give him something. Maybe a little truth.
“I’m not going to lie; I was being nosy.” I lifted my hands in the air in defeat, hoping they weren’t shaking too badly.
Mason glanced around the room, his eyes taking in everything. Perhaps making sure I hadn’t lifted anything. I saw the doubt there.
Fuck.
I had to stop that before it created irreparable damage.
“I like you, Mason. I want to know more about you too,” I said softly, ducking my head shyly.
I curled my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms. My nerves would be my undoing. I had to calm down.
“Then you could just ask, like I was trying to do earlier.” His voice was sharp, his words suspicious.
I glanced up at him; his face was hard. “I wasn’t snooping through your drawers. I just—I don’t know—wanted to get a better sense of you. Get a vibe from your space. And I was wanting to rub on this cutie a bit more.” I sat down on the bed and scratched the cat’s head.
Mason didn’t say anything for a while and I didn’t dare look at him. Instead I continued to rub his cat, hoping and praying that I hadn’t screwed everything up.
And I sure as hell didn’t look at the briefcase on the chair.
The bed dipped as Mason sat down beside me. “I didn’t mean to bite your head off, but my career makes me question everyone and everything. It’s a bad habit in personal relationships,” he explained.
I wasn’t out of the woods yet. I had to be careful.
“I shouldn’t have just come into your bedroom. That’s violating. I’m sorry,” I said, chancing a look, and was relieved at the absence of anger.
“Yeah, well, I get it. I was being a little snoopy at your place earlier too.”
Which is why I never leave myself out in the open.
Nothing for anyone to find…
Unlike the briefcase.
Mason put his hand on the back of my head and gave me a gentle tug toward him. “When you like someone, you want to know everything,” he murmured.
