Sid let out a grumble in irritation.
I shrugged, tired of repeating myself if they weren’t going to listen.
“We’ve already given our statements about what happened next. We done?” Sid clipped brusquely.
After two hours of questioning, I silently prayed we were.
“We still don’t have the diamond,” Bowers pointed out.
“Not my problem.” Sid shrugged indifferently.
His disdain for these men had been made obvious time and time again.
The agent’s eyes narrowed before he quickly masked his frustration with a professionally blank expression. “If we have more questions, we’ll be in touch.” He nodded curtly.
“We’ll see,” Sid muttered.
The moment we were alone inside the cavernous room, I sagged into Sid, feeling completely wrung out. “You did good, baby,” he murmured, kissing my temple.
“Thanks.” I looked over at him. “Is it over?” I asked hesitantly. It didn’t feel over, not to me.
He looked at me intently. “I’d love to say yes, babe, but something still doesn’t feel right. Especially if you felt like Ivanov and his guys were waiting on someone.”
“You believe me?” I replied with relief.
“Of course,” he replied without hesitation. “I’ll always believe you. That said, I feel a fuck of a lot better that Ivanov and his right-hand men are either dead or locked up.”
I nodded my agreement.
“Let me brief the team and then we’ll get outta here, okay?” he asked as we rose.
“I’ll go sit with Sarah,” I murmured.
“Sam.” My name on his lips said so much without saying much at all.
I turned to look up at him, watching the torment that brewed just beneath the surface.
“Fucking proud of you, baby.”
I smiled. “I’m getting that. I have to say, I’m pretty proud of me too.”
****
“You up for a quick stop on the way to Brad’s?” he surprised me by asking once we piled into his truck.
I wasn’t really, but I nodded anyway.
We drove in silence as I stared out the window, feeling like a shattered piece of glass held together by really strong duct tape. The cracks would always be there, but the result just might be more beautiful.
When we pulled up to a beautiful bungalow-style house, I looked over at Sid in confusion.
He turned to me, his eyes bright despite the dim light of the cab. “I know this might seem like fucked timing, but I thought maybe after tonight—maybe thinking about the future might be what you need.”
My eyes widened in understanding. “This is the house?”
He nodded. “The realtor agreed to meet us late. Is this okay? We don’t have to—”
“No, it sounds really good, actually,” I answered honestly, stepping down out of the truck and staring up at the house.
