His shoes are easy enough to tug off, but the pants are a different story.
“You know something, Kate? You’re too sexy and sweet to be a spy.”
A spy?
I’ve undone the button and zipper of his pants, but they won’t budge down his hips.
“Are you trying to seduce me for my secrets...right now?” His words seem to be more slurred than before.
“Um, sure, yes. I want information. Can you lift up?”
He somehow follows the order, and I get the pants down, nearly bringing his underwear with them by accident. The V shape of his muscles distracts me for a moment, but I manage to continue the task.
“I’ll tell you . . . right now, all I want . . . is to kiss you again.”
He reaches for my hands that are working on the buttons of his bloody shirt, pulling me down toward his mouth.
“Okay, okay, but. . . you’re super drunk, so . . .”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you still.”
I could resist, but I don’t want to. He pulls me closer, but instead of our lips meeting, my heel gets caught on the comforter. I fall into his chest, and he grunts in pain.
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
He sighs, “Kate . . .”
I’m halfway lying on top of him, my hands bracing me up on the bed so I don’t put pressure on any of his wounds.
“What?” I whisper back to him.
His eyes are barely visible in the dark room, but I can see that he’s looking at the ceiling.
“I saw it. I saw him...what he did. I knew Lion was the mole.”
He’s not making any sense, his speech slurred. It sounds like he’s talking in code.
If only Becky were here . . . she’d know what he’s saying.
“I’m going to prove it, Kate. They’re taking too long. I have to . . . prove it . . .”
His eyes are closed now. His chest is rising and falling steadily. I slowly roll off of him, going to the bathroom to find a washcloth. I get it damp under the faucet before returning to the bed to wipe away as much of the blood as I can. His expression is relaxed as I gently clean around the gash next to his eye. With how beat up he is and his drunken state, my chest is tight with worry.
It takes several trips back and forth from the bed to the bathroom before I get everywhere I can see. I strip down, putting on the silky set of pajamas Mel packed me. I climb into the bed next to him, curling close to his warmth.
CHAPTER 21
LUKE
I’m becoming moreaware each moment I’m awake. As I crack open my eyes, I see a tangled mess of blonde hair on the pillow beside me.
I was dreaming. In my nightmares, it’s always Garrison after me. I feel like I’m losing my mind more every day as the wedding approaches.
It’s today.
My stomach roils. Every part of my body hurts. I feel like I’ve been pulverized by a semi-truck on the highway. I groan out loud, wishing I could die already.
The bedhead curls slowly flip to reveal her pink lips and ocean eyes. She must have been awake already.
