Page 147 of Covert Mission
Nature is amazing. Too bad us humans have to be so messy and complicated.
I sigh as I cup my head in my hands.
Why did I run? I should have just said, “Hey, look at me, remember, the girl you just slept next to last night…”
Instead, I bolted like a scared rabbit.
Maybe I am spineless. I know I heard it enough from my father.
I stand up and pace back and forth. My feet are heavy as concrete blocks. I need to tell Lucas?—
My pulse speeds.
What am I going to tell him?
If I give him a piece of my mind, he might decide not to help me. This puts me between a rock and a very hard place.
I need his help. If I don’t have it, he could call off the favor from my boss at PCI.
Dammit.
But can I stomach it if there’s a woman hanging on him?
That’s a hard no. Which means I need to figure out what’s going on at FamFind fast.
I drag my laptop out of my pack and sit down at the table. With a few clicks, I open my encrypted file. For the next hour, I go over and over the notes I’ve taken.
The very first time the board thought something was amiss was two years ago.
I scan the case report.
Fifty thousand dollars missing in the first twelve months. Another hundred and fifty thousand lost in the second year.
I’m jotting notes when the door swings open. My pulse leaps. I stiffen up, ready to take flight.
“There you are.”
My hand is clutching my chest. “Lord! You freaking scared ten years off of me.”
“What are you doing?”
I give him a look and motion toward my computer. “Working.”
He’s standing statue-still, stormy-eyed. We stare at each other, then his face softens. “Babe. You were supposed to come find me when you were ready to get to work.”
Oh, I did. I got more than I wanted.
A weird twisting sensation behind my sternum makes me scrunch my nose. “I wanted to go over my files.”
It’s not a lie. I just left out the fact that I got my eyeballs shocked out of me first.
He’s still in the doorway, studying me. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. I’m just busy.”
He moves toward me, and the breeze stirs around him. I swear the man must be geysering pheromones because there’s a party in my womb.
Damn him.