“I know you don’t. You don’t have anything on you. Not even your phone.”
I smiled, wondering how daring we could be this time. I squeezed around him, then using my legs around his waist, I thrust up toward him.
He gave me one of those slow, sexy smiles as he resumed fucking me, hurrying until we both came together. Just in time to get dressed and rush out of there, on the run again.
15
EMIL
For three more days, that was our routine. Fucking. Napping. Then once someone in the local gang or Cartel found us, we’d escape and hide somewhere else again.
The coincidence of always being found didn’t sit well with me. Neither of us were amateurs at this. We weren’t carrying anything that someone could use to track us, not even my phone, which was rigged to be untraceable.
But still, someone seemed aware that we were in the area.
It’s not me. It’s you.
That was the only conclusion I could make. After checking in with Simon when Sadie was asleep, he triple-checked that I was untraceable.
That left one option.
Someone was tracking or following her. And if I had to guess, it was likely someone from her agency, wanting to know why she was sleeping with the enemy.
There was a good chance I was overthinking it and jumping to rash conclusions about this too, but it seemed far too likely of a coincidence.
I moved too well to be tracked and targeted this often.
It was one big part of why I had to end this now.
Before she got hurt. Or worse. Even if I was wrong and someone was siccing this Cartel after me, I didn’t want the wrath of my enemies to bring her closer to harm’s way.
Besides, with every day I got more complacent with her, relaxed to wake up with her in my arms and to fall asleep with her next to me in bed, I was aware of how deeply I was getting sucked into having her like this.
As if she were reallymygood girl. Likemylittle agent belonged to me.
In the back of my mind, I recalled that she wasn’t. She was from the opposite side of the law. And the more she shared with me about missing her parents and wanting to make the world a safer place, I realized that she was far too passionate about her job for me to ask her to give it up.
Giving up her career was out of the question.
That would be the same as her asking me to forsake mine and leave my family.
Not happening.
I sighed as I drove us to the airport. In another car we’d stolen, she sat in the passenger seat. Her black hair whipped back. Those bright blue eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. But it was her mere presence that called to my soul.
Fuck. I’m letting her matter too damn much.
I lifted her hand to kiss it as I drove.
I have to end this before we’re in any deeper.
Neither of us had plans to come together like this. It just happened. But it was still short enough in duration that it could constitute as a fling. Regarding how severely she’d gotten under my skin, I couldn’t say this was a no-strings-attached sort of one-off.
But I had better odds at keeping her safe if I distanced myself from her. No matter how loath I was to give her up.
“Where can we go now?” she asked as I parked.
This morning, I reminded her that we couldn’t just hide in the jungle forever. We had to “talk”, and she grimaced at the idea of it. While I appreciated how reluctant she was to address our differences, proving she felt the same as I did, she didn’t try to take charge of what should happen next.
