I couldn’t risk it.
I went upstairs, picking out the first blouse and skirt I found. I ran a brush through my hair, barely sparing myself a glance in the mirror.
Preparation time was over.
I had to move.
Chapter 14
Hannah
“Sorry I’m late.” I walked through the door that Mason held open, feeling flustered and out of breath.
Mason took my coat and hung it up. “Hey, I’m in no position to comment on your tardiness. I’m just glad you’re here.”
He put his hand on the small of my back and I stiffened slightly.
The guilt raged inside of me. It was impossible to tamp it down in my frazzled state.
I stared up at the handsome man smiling down at me and wished there was another way.
I could back out now. Leave him alone. Save his heart.
Save mine.
But how could I, when so much was at stake?
My conversation with Rose had left me rattled and off-kilter.
“Hannah Whelan is Freedom Overdrive.”
Who had discovered my identity? What had I done wrong? What door hadn’t I closed properly?
The questions were making me paranoid. It was unsettling.
Or was Rose full of crap? Was it all a ruse to insinuate herself back into my life?
The timing was suspect.
Mason leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. My mouth was rigid and unyielding, causing him to frown.
I was uptight. Stressed. I was good at containing my emotions. But they were leaking out all over the place.
I felt awful. Worse than awful. And that didn’t sit well with me.
His eyes were piercing. Direct. I began to wonder how much he actually saw.
Was he looking at the illusion I had created?
Or was he digging his way to the truth?
To the real Hannah?
I felt ill. My belly clenched and my hands became clammy.
Could Mason know? Was he playing with me just as I was playing with him?
He was an FBI agent, after all.
