Page 103 of Stealth Mission
I drop to my haunches, hanging my head in my hands. “This is lunacy. And…andI want to know how you know where the key to the jail cell is!”
She gives a little shrug, her sandals tapping on the tile floor as she hurries over to me. “All the kids that grew up here know.”
Well, this is news. Talk about small town life. “Have you ever been in this cell?”
A blush tints her cheeks as she presses her lips together. “Uh, maybe.”
Why does this make my breathing get faster?
Scout takes a seat in a chair by the front door, leans back and clasps his hands behind his head. “This is just getting more and more interesting all the time.”
When the cell door swings open, I jump back.
Marianna tilts her head. “What’s wrong?”
“I might be known for having balls of steel, but I do not have a death wish.” Gluing my back against the wall, I shake my head. “Sweetheart, as much as I love that you’re breaking me out ofjail, I’ve already had a look at the chief’s sawed-off shotgun once today. I just need to stay right here.”
This time, her mouth slides open in surprise. “Oh, come on. I didn’t take you for a chicken. Not after the way you were charging into the bank.”
That grin. Those freckles.
That sweet curve of her lips. Every damned thing about her.
I’m so fucking toast.
If I don’t end up under the jail.
The temperature inside the building goes up ten degrees, making my shirt feel heavy and itchy. Our gazes hold across the scuffed tile floor, her standing on the outside of the cell.
She beckons me with a wave of her fingers. “Are you coming?”
A rough swallow grates my vocal cords, tightening my voice. “No way. I have plans for us for later that require all of my body to be in working order.”
A swift intake of air through her pretty lips makes my blood surge. The way she licks her lip has my chest contracting.
The air is charged with so much chemistry, I expect thunder any second.
And I could give a flying rat’s ass Scout is here.
He doesn’t even exist at this moment.
The former SEAL can give me all the hassle he wants. Days of shit. I’ll gladly take it because something big is happening here.
All I know right now is I want Marianna again. Some primal part of me is in control.
This is going to make life complicated as hell.
But so much makes sense now. Now I understand why my boss’s head got all fucked up when he met Camile.
Pressing my palms flat to the wall behind me, I shake my head again. “Lock the door. You on the outside.”
Marianna blinks at me with shock in her whiskey-colored gaze. “Why?”
“To keep me from dragging you in here and having my way with you.”
Scout’s hand slaps over his face and drags down until it falls on his chest. “Oh shit. Things just got real.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven