Kayne laughs dropping his face closer to mine. “I’m just a man, Ellie. I put my pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else.”
Yeah, right! Kayne is way more than just a man. He can try to convince me, and himself, and the world that he’s just like everyone else, but that’s so far from the truth it’s actually comical. He’s a force, half angel, half demon, wrapped up in a package of male perfection. No, he’s no alien; he’s a predator. He entices you with his charm, lures you with his appeal, traps you with his will, then pounces on you when you least expect it, ready to kill.
Just a man, my ass.
Kayne’s phone buzzes in his hand again.
“You’re popular,” I comment.
“Not really.” He looks down at the screen and frowns.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine.” He pastes on a fake smile. “Just work.”
“Just work?” I repeat. He refers to his job so nonchalantly, like he’s a computer programmer instead of an international man of mystery.
“Yes, work. And it’s fine.”
“So fine you have to use an alias?”
He looks at me slyly. “The alias is just for precaution. You don’t take down one of the most dangerous drug lords in the world and not take necessary steps to protect yourself.”
“Are you in danger?” I ask concerned.
“No, at least none that we know of.”
“We?”
“Yes, I have a twenty-four-hour surveillance team scanning for threats. And there aren’t any that we’re aware of at the moment.”
“But there could be?”
“There’s always a possibility of retribution.”
“Kayne—”
“Ellie,” he interrupts me, “I will tell you this. You have nothing to worry about. I would die before I let something bad happen to you.”
“I don’t think it’s me I’m worried about.”
Kayne smiles. His facial expression is endearing, but his eyes tell a completely different story. They’re deadly and cold, and actually scare me. “Baby,” he says almost threateningly. “If someone is stupid enough to come after me, they better have their funeral arrangements made. Got me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He drops a kiss on my lips, but doesn’t let go of me.
“Do you have to go back undercover?” I ask.
“There’s a possibility I could be activated again, but the probability of me running an operation is slim to none. I’m too high profile now, so I would most likely be backup support.”
I blink rapidly; it’s so strange to hear him talk like this. It’s just one more layer of this complicated man.
“I’m not sure what means exactly.”
“Different operatives have different responsibilities.” He finally let’s go of me. “I was a field operative, so my face was out there on the front lines. There are cyber, communications, linguists, and administrative operatives who work behind the scenes.”
“For the government?”
