“Of course,” he answers, like I should’ve expected it of him.
Hunter ends his call, resting his phone on his desk. “She’s sore, you idiots. Leave her alone.”
Of course, Hunter put two and two together. But did he have to announce it to the whole room?
“Oh,” Rory utters.
Hiding my face behind my screen, heat rises in my cheeks, and my hair falls in my face. If I could have one wish come true right now, I’d ask for the floor to open and swallow me whole.
Luke brushes my hair over my shoulder and places his mouth right next to my ear. “When we get home, I’ll draw you a bath.”
His words cause a warmth to spread through my chest, easing the tightness.
Twisting to look him in the eye, I whisper, “Thank you.”
Luke leans in, brushing my lips with his in a tender kiss, then goes back to working on his computer. It’s a simple motion, but the feelings left behind when he pulls away are anything but simple.
“Hey, I want a kiss too!” Rory whines.
“Then do something to earn it,” Luke grumbles, causing Rory to frown.
Hunter snickers from across the room, and Rory shoots him an annoyed glare.
Shaking my head, I focus back on my own work. As I grab my coffee, lifting the mug to my mouth, I reread that same line from a few minutes ago. But this time I finally comprehend what it is. I know this code, I know what it does, and I know who created it.
Me.
My stomach contracts, and the room spins.
It can’t be. It’s not possible. The only place this should exist is in an FBI file. Only one other person knows this code by heart.
“Savannah?”
But he’s behind bars. He couldn’t have done this. He doesn’t even have computer privileges.
“She’s catatonic.”
CLAP!
The sound echoes off the walls and jolts me out of my brain. Hunter’s, Rory’s, and Luke’s faces swim into view as I blink away the fog.
“It’s a good thing your coffee went cold, or else you’d be in a ton of pain right now,” Rory comments.
Glancing down, I find my entire lap wet. “Dang it.”
“What happened?” Luke asks.
“I need a new pair of pants,” I claim, avoiding Luke’s question.
“Savannah,” Hunter says with reproach.
“Can William give me a ride? I’ll ask him to bring me right back,” I direct toward Rory, and his brows pinch.
“Savannah,” Hunter chides again.
Ignoring Hunter, I continue speaking to Rory. “I might need a shower too, so it might take me a while.”
“Savannah.” I can’t overlook Hunter’s tone this time, but I’m still reluctant.
