It’s part of the reason I was home early. Who the fuck do I think I’m kidding? It was the only reason I was home early.
It pissed me off that I was pissed off because I want to be the only one to see her like that. I’ve been torn about the whole situation. Since that little firecracker walked into my life, I’ve been distracted from a case that I have put everythinginto for two years.
My frustration is constant. I’m always wondering if she’s okay. I even worried about her being bored or anxious. I’ve had relationships before, but I’ve never felt this possessive or attached to any of them. The job has always come first, so I’ve never had a problem shutting the door to every other part of my brain to focus entirely on work.
But Ms. Kinley Grace Harlow stubbornly pushes her way through that door, breaking my focus every goddamn day.
As much as I don’t want to, there’s a tiny part of me which wondered if I should ask to have her put with another agent. Her presence is compromising my job and my life. My life has always been my fucking job, whether it was the Rangers or the FBI.
Letting my head fall back onto the chair, I stare at the ceiling. I shouldn’t have touched her today. Before I saw her in that tiny bikini, I had decided to avoid her as much as possible and keep things professional.
My dick took over, and I couldn’t help myself, I fucking wanted her more than I wanted my next goddamn breath. Maybe part of me wondered if I fucked her, it would get her out of my system.
But touching her has compromised my case and my job. Who am I fucking kidding? I was already compromised. For some reason, I can’t seem to get her out of my head.
Just remembering the sound of her pants and the moan when she came for me has my dick getting hard again.
Fuck!
I shouldn’t have fucking touched her.
Damn it!
Maybe if I say it to myself enough, I can stop the burning urge to touch her all the time.
Now I know her smell and her taste and all I want is to drive home and fuck her until she’s limp in my bed. She’s like a fucking drug, and I’m addicted.
Leaning forward, I set my elbows on my knees and rub my hands over my face. I can still smell her on me. I’ve never been so fucking ridiculous in my life - I didn’t want to wash her off me.
Letting my head fall forward, I scrub my hands through my hair and groan. “Fuck me.”
“You look like you’re in the middle of a moral dilemma.” Conway’s raspy voice is barely a whisper, but I hear his usual humor.
Jerking my head up, I see him looking at the ceiling through the eye that’s not swollen shut. “Conway! You motherfucker, you had me worried.” I stand next to his bed. “Do you want me to call the nurse?”
He tries to chuckle, but it turns into a loud, painful moan and then a cough. “Goddamn it! No.” He mumbles and takes a few slow, cautious breaths. “Ahhh, this fucking hurts.”
“Can you tell me what happened? Do you remember?”
His eye cuts to me. “Yeah, I fucking remember what happened. The most important piece of information I can give you right now has to stay between you and me, no one else, Abbot.”
I nod my head. “To the fucking grave.”
“We have a mole.”
The world turns on its side. “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who?”
He takes another slow, deep breath as he stares at the ceiling. “No, but I was getting close. Whoever it is knew I was about to oust him. Told the Ghost about me.”
I don’t even try to hide my shock and rub my hand down my chin. “How bad is it?”
“I started noticing months ago. They seemed to know every move you were about to make before you made it.” His eye cuts to me again. “It’s someone close to the case.”
Linking my fingers behind my head, I turn away from the bed and stare out the window at downtown Tulsa for a minute. “Goddamn it.”
The door opens, and Sanders walks in, pulling my attention from the window.
“So, I can’t even wipe my own ass. Whoever they get to be my nurse better fuckin’ be good looking.” Conway mumbles, quickly changing the subject.
