He stared at her.
Her laughter slowly died away. “Oh, crap.” A whisper. Maybe a whimper. “You’re not joking.”
No, he was not. “Get some sleep, Delaney. You’re safe with me.” A vow. One made not just from her ex. Not just from the guy who’d loved her and lost her before.
This vow was from a trained killer.
A vow…from a spy.
Chapter Four
She didn’t know him. At all.
Not anymore. Delaney stared up at the darkened ceiling. She should have been asleep. She should have been exhausted, and she should have crashed from the adrenaline high and went straight to dreamland.
Only she hadn’t.
Because Nash Quinn wasn’t a doctor. He hadn’t finished medical school and gone on to live his dream of being a trauma surgeon. He’d…become a spy?
In what world?
“You’re not sleeping, Delaney.” A growl from the bed near hers.
She rolled onto her side. She couldn’t see much of him in the dark. He was just a big, shadowy form. “How do you know?” She’d been very, very quiet. And surely at least half an hour had passed? Maybe an entire hour?
Nash is a spy. A spy.
And her groom had been an international criminal.
And somehow, this utter madness was her life. She knew because she’d pinched herself three times, thinking that she would wake up from this nightmare.
Turned out that she was awake.
“How do I know? You mean other than the obvious fact that you’re talking to me right now?” Mocking. “Your breathing is too tense. Far too hard and fast. And you keep shifting around on the bed every three seconds. The rustles are a dead giveaway.”
Their beds were so close together that if she’d reached out, she might have been able to touch him. She did not reach out. But she wanted to touch him, even as she might have been afraid of him. “You sent out some texts, after you got off the phone with Agnes.” After his big reveal about being a spy. “Who did you contact?”
“People who can help us.”
“People at the CIA?” Because he was a freaking spy. And her fiancé had been an international criminal. She kept circling back to those two important details again and again. And did anyone in this world not lie all the time?
“It’s kind of a down-low sort of thing,” he told her as his deep voice rumbled in the darkness. “Try not to announce my spy status to anyone, would you? It’s a secret, one between me and you.”
“And the people you contacted, the ones you texted.”
“Yes.”
“Because they are all after Kurt or Typhon or whatever ridiculous name he’s using?”
“The criminal with the codename of Typhon is no joke, don’t make that mistake. He’s got a kill list a mile long. He’s in bed with more major criminal players than you can imagine, and when it comes to the weapons trade, he is as dirty as they come.”
Clearly, she had incredible luck when it came to picking men.
“What I don’t get…” Nash muttered, seemingly more to himself than to her, “is why he wanted to marry you.”
Well, insulting much. “You don’t think he took one look into my eyes and lost his heart?”
“Delaney—”
