“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. I get it.”
She was patting his leg trying to comfort him. He looked down at her hand on his jean clad thigh. Just that little touch sent shockwaves of heat sparking through his entire body. The insane attraction didn’t seem to be getting better. Slowly, he let his gaze rise up to hers. Whatever she saw there had her pulling her hand away.
“I get why you wouldn’t want your friends to know.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “Some people have a black and white view of the world.”
“And you don’t?”
“No. Well, in some things. In this, no.”
He crossed his arms over his chest again. “And why is that?”
She studied him a long moment. “I read the files of your marks. They all deserved it. Plus, you have more kills than anyone else in the history of the Elite Eight.”
He blinked. Her adamant belief in him took him aback. His sister and father knew of his job, as did Dillon Security, but even Eden didn’t know what he had done the last few years in MI-6. And his family had no idea the number of deaths attached to him.
Unease slithered down his spine at the idea of another person knowing what he did. No. Not another person. It all had to do with her. Lila knowing that he had been an assassin didn’t sit well with him. Why, he had no idea, but he knew that he wanted her to think more of him than he did himself. A lot of people thought he’d left MI-6 for his sister and father. He had left because he had been sick of living a life drenched in blood.
“Those files are supposed to be redacted.”
“I guess they are for most people.”
Not her. Why did he find that sexy?
“Before you interrogate me more, can you find out when I can have solid food?”
“Stay here.”
“Not going anywhere.”
She smiled at him, her eyes blinking in innocence. He didn’t trust her.
“I swear it, Lila.” She opened her mouth to, no doubt, lie to him again. “I will have my sister put out an APB for you.”
Her smile dimmed, and he almost confessed the truth. He would never do that to her because he understood. One mention of her in something like that, and she could very well end up dead by nightfall.
“Fine. But I want a burger.”
Damn, the women knew just how to pout. Before he told her that he would never put an APB out for her, he forced himself to step outside of the room. The low murmur of voices dimmed as he approached the group.
They looked at him expectantly. “What?”
“Did she say anything else to you?”
“Well, first, she wants a burger and she wanted me to make sure you approved,” he said to Jenner.
“She should be fine if she isn’t nauseous.”
Ian nodded.
“Did she tell you why she’s been following you all these years?” El asked.
“A little bit. Apparently, it has to do with you,” he said looking at his father. “Her grandmother told her to keep an eye out for our family.”
“Sounds like Judith. The woman was a control freak.”
