“You should go before my boss comes in wanting a report.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” Greg said, not budging from his spot.
Zoe’s eyes widened. “But you guys wanted discretion. I told my boss you were insiders.”
“Shh,” Greg placed a finger over her lips to silence her, “The team wore masks the whole time, except me when I applied first aid. Your people don’t know of our involvement fully. Your boss is smart enough not to ask a lot of questions.”
“That’s surprising for him.” The man asked more questions than she did. He hadn’t been happy about anonymous help and had only agreed because of her.
“To capture Diego and have the bodies of Viktor and Maxim, not also to mention to halt of those drugs being sold he was willing to be in the dark about a few things.”
Her brain was a little fuzzy on details from the other night, but it was slowly coming back to her.
“I’m glad it’s over.”
“Me too.”
Zoe reached down and hit her call button.
“I thought you said you were fine.”
“I am,” she assured him.
“Then why are you calling someone?” he asked, confused.
“Because I’m ready to get out of here. I hate hospitals.”
Greg jumped to his feet, alarmed. “You were just shot the other night.”
“And it’s healing. The doctor said nothing vital was hit and to just take it easy. You said it yourself.”
Greg glowered because he knew he couldn’t stop her and he might as well save his breath.
“Where are my clothes?” she asked, looking around the barren room for them.
“Destroyed. Your shirt was covered in blood, and they had to cut it to remove it.” Greg lifted a small white plastic bag. “But I got you some new ones.”
Zoe beamed at him. “You’re the best.”
Greg hmphed, not agreeing one bit. “If I was, I’d insist you stay in bed longer.”
“Just think, once we go home, we can cuddle in bed together.”
“Home?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Zoe bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to say that. “What I meant to say—”
“No,” he cut her off. “I like the sound of that better. Home.”
Zoe didn’t know what to say. She was already considering leaving fieldwork, but she didn’t have a fallback plan. She hadn’t considered much beyond the end of this case. It wasn’t just calling it Greg’s home; she felt at home anywhere with him. Zoe felt safe. That she could be herself without repercussions. She didn’t have to always worry about saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.
Greg just let her be her. He may not like what she did, but he trusted her to look after herself. He didn’t believe what she did was just man’s work. She loved him for that.
“Me too, but first I need clothes, and I need to do something.”
Chapter 26
“This must be hell,” Boris mumbled groggily when his eyes cracked open and Zoe stood above him.
