Page 40 of Moros

And while I sat up to watch his back, I didn’t feel the urgent need to run away anymore.

Maybe it was because me leaving would have proven him right that I was running, or it was the fact I could still feel the heat on my wrists where he’d held me.

Or because I could still feel his large, hard body on top of mine—it wasn’t because I felt unsafe.

Sighing, I fixed my clothes, dragged a hand over my hair but remained seated.

“You’re still here.”

“I wasn’t struggling because you make me feel unsafe?—”

“I know that, Ryanne.” He replied. “I get it.”

The ringing of his phone interrupted him. Before the disturbance, I thought for sure we would have a silent moment to just talk. Maybe if we did, I could find a way to tell him that I found him sexy as fuck and I wanted him in ways I’d never wanted anyone else.

But again—the phone.

I sighed.

“Yeah?” Khadri answered. “He’s definitely on the list?”

Silence.

“Can you tell how he got into the country without all the alarms going off?”

Pause.

“Shit.” Khadri rubbed his eyes, sat on the windowsill and stretched his back. “Find him, Tex. If we can get a hold of him, he could lead us to Sloan. Any leads on who he’s working with or for?”

Another round of silence and uh-huhs.

“Right,” Khadri said. “I thought he burnt all those aliases.”

Khadri nodded and grunted.

“Okay, let me know what you find.” Khadri spoke. “In the meantime, I’ll talk to Ryanne about that. Send me the footage and I’ll give it a look. Sometimes facial recognition software misses things.”

He chuckled.

“The ego on this man.” He muttered then laughed. “You’re a dick.”

Pause.

“Thanks, brother.” His voice was soft before he glanced over at me.

I could have sworn he blushed then looked away and hung up.

“Come with me.”

His long legs brought him by me and out the door before I gathered myself to follow.

In his office, he brought Boss and Pasha in. I sat in a solo chair while the friends shared one. Khadri sat in the overstuffed one behind his desk and started the video on the massive screen mounted on the wall.

It was of the airport. The crowd was insane but no one seemed to be paying attention anything. People were on their phones, staring down at travel documents, reading the signs and the screens around them.

No wonder when things happen, everyone had the same thing to say.

It all happened so fast.