Page 172 of Covert Mission
A strong hand wraps around my left arm. It’s Truck. Scowling down at me. “Come on, let me get that asshole out of here.”
Truck tugs me away from the unconscious man. I never let go of Camile, taking her with me as I stand, keeping her tight against me.
I bury my nose in her hair, drawing in the sweet scent of her shampoo. It’s apples mixed with her own sweet scent.
“How did that asshole grab you?”
“Truck was getting his gear together so we could come look for you. I ran to the bathroom and when I came out, Ralph was there. He just appeared out of nowhere. Before I could run, he grabbed me.”
My anger flares again, burning hotly through me until my hands tremble. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
She curls into my arms, banding me with hers. “That’s fine by me. I was so scared when they said you were missing.”
“I wasn’t exactly missing. I just couldn’t communicate. After I finished the op, I had to steal a car… unfortunately, it broke down. I ran thirteen miles to get back to you.”
She shakes her head against me. “You ran? You are superhuman.”
“I’d do anything, fucking anything, for you.”
She pulls back and looks up at me. Then she stands up on her toes and kisses me. “I know you would.”
“I didn’t know what love felt like until now.” It’s a confession that draws the warm feeling inside me to a tight, intense knot just below my throat.
Her eyes widen, but soften. Whisper soft words follow. “Neither did I.”
Behind me, something moves. My protective instinct kicks into action. I turn, ready to leap into action again to keep Camile safe.
Only, it’s Truck. The other man is gone from the ground. My teammate tips his chin. “I’ll call the team, reach out to PCI, and get up with the federal agents. You two should get a room…”
I’ve never wanted to hug the man until now. “Best idea ever.”
I swing Camile up into my arms and stalk toward the little rental, the place we’ve been sharing. The place where she and I are going to figure out what our future looks like.
“You really don’t have to carry me,” Camile protests, but she leans her head against my shoulder.
“It’s a privilege sweetheart, and I’m going to keep doing it. And if I have my way, I’ll be carrying my bride across the threshold very soon.”
ChapterFifty-Nine
My neck is still a little tender from Ralph choking me which is a scary reminder of the attack. But other tender places only remind me of the good stuff.
I yawn and grin. A deep sense of peace fills my bones.
My case is wrapped up. I have Lucas.
I don’t know what’s ahead, but I know it’s going to be wild and full of this protective man’s love.
Lucas drags me up from the bed. “Let’s go.”
“I can barely move.”
He chuckles. “I know, but we need to debrief Nighthawk, and meet with the team.”
I rub my eyes. “So early?”
“It’s two. Not a.m.”
I blink at him. “We’ve been in bed for ten hours?”