She rocked onto the balls of her bare feet. “Who is Grayson Stone?”
“Gray.” Nash rolled back his shoulders. He also turned and headed for the bag that waited at the foot of the bed. His luggage. Delivered while they’d been at the chapel so the suite would be ready and waiting for them. “Gray Stone is a very powerful figure at the FBI. He was Agnes’s boss, and Gray also is close with Ryan. They served together in the Marines. Semper Fi.”
“You trust him?”
He shouldered into a white dress shirt. “I do. Gray has gone to the mat for me and my family before. He’s a good man. And he’s not afraid to get his hands very, very dirty.”
That was reassuring. Mostly. A wee bit scary, too.
If Nash was getting dressed, then she needed to ditch her robe, too. Time to paste on a smile and go catch a killer. That was the goal, after all. Not to fall in love with Nash again. Not to have wild passionate sex with him.
The goal is to catch a sadistic killer.
Her knees almost buckled at the thought.
And at the whispering thought of…
I am falling for Nash, all over again.
Or perhaps she’d just never stopped loving him.
She was sexy as hell in the red dress and the strappy, two-inch sandals. The elevator was too small. She smelled too good. And he wanted to fuck her into oblivion again.
Instead, they were off to catch the attention of a killer. Even though Nash was pretty sure they already had the man’s attention. He sent a shooter to the chapel. If that wasn’t catching his attention, then what the hell is?
Her eyes were on the floor numbers as they appeared on the small screen above the elevator doors. She’d swept her hair back into some sexy twist, painted her lips red, and sprayed on the perfume that held the heady scent of jasmine.
And he was about to take her out and wave her around like a red flag in front of a bull.
You picked the dress deliberately, didn’t you, Jez? Because the CIA had been the ones to prepare their luggage. To have everything delivered. Delaney was literally a walking red flag, and Nash hated this shit.
His hand flew out, and he stopped the elevator.
“Nash!” Horror. Some shock. “What did you just do?”
He took a step toward her. “The CIA is monitoring the elevator. Agents have eyes on us through the security system right now.” Which meant some operative was watching everything that minute. And as much as Nash might want to grab Delaney, lift her up against the elevator wall, and fuck her in that sexy red dress…
Not gonna happen.
Her gaze cut to the small security camera on the control panel, then her eyes darted to him. “Why did you stop us?”
“Because…I’ve got you.”
A little furrow appeared between her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“I know you don’t trust me completely, not after the way things ended with us before. But I have you.” He nodded. “I will take a bullet for you. I will fight any threat. I will kill if it means keeping you safe.”
The furrow deepened. “You’re wrong.”
Nash shook his head. “I’d do it in a heartbeat. You need to know that. Whatever is coming, whatever happens, I will be there for you. One hundred percent.”
“No, I meant—look, I trust you completely. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have fucked you.”
He blinked.
She pursed her lips. “Any other big, important disclosures that you’d like to make to me? While our elevator appears to be stopped between floors?”
Nash swallowed. “We’re married.”
