Page 66 of Covert Operation
I’m still trying to catch my breath when Zeke gets off the bed. I blink a few times and my eyes start working just as he comes back.
“Sit up, Sweetheart.” He gently tugs me upright then pulls the shirt Lydia gave me over my head, settling it into place before laying me back against the pillows.
“What are you doing?” I’m still pretty boneless, so I can’t do much to resist as he works the soft pants up my legs. “I’m not ready to get dressed yet.”
“Too bad.” He situates the elastic waistband then pulls the covers down, easily dragging them under the weight of my body before tucking them around me.
“But I wanted to?—”
“I know what you wanted to do, Sweetheart, but there’s a few things we need to take care of before that happens.”
I frown, disappointed that I might not be as in control of this as I thought. “What things?”
His eyes come to mine and hold. “You need to decide if this is really what you want, and what your plans for the immediate future are.” Zeke leans close. “Because my plans are starting to get real involved. So if you aren’t ready for everything, we need to decide what we’re going to do to make sure we don’t end up with a little sidekick until you want one.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
ZEKE
“YEAH?” I RUB at my eyes, trying to wake up from the coma Savannah’s warm body puts me into. “I’m here.”
“You don’t sound here.” Isaac snorts through the line. “You sound like someone drugged you.”
He’s not far off.
I carefully scoot out from under the covers and creep into the hall, leaving Savannah to continue sleeping. “Do you have an ETA?”
“They should be landing in the next half hour. Where do you want me to send them once they’re on the ground?”
There’s motion in my peripheral vision and I turn to find Christian silently slipping into the hall. He closes the door to his bedroom just as quietly, then motions for me to follow him down the stairs into an office at the front of the house. He shuts the door behind us and I switch my phone to speaker. If Christian’s nice enough to give us a safe place to stay, he deserves to be in the loop.
I let Isaac know it’s not just me he’s talking to, then ask, “Can you repeat that last question?”
“Where do you want me to send the team once they land?” I can hear him typing in the background. “It looks like I can have them where you are in an hour.”
I lift my eyes to Christian, letting him make the call. This is his home—his family. And while I might not have either of those myself, I understand the value they carry.
“Send them here.” He doesn’t hesitate. “If you need more space, we’ve got a warehouse you can use.”
“I’ll pass that on.” Isaac continues typing. “Keep me posted.” He disconnects the line.
“What’s your plan?” Christian rounds the large desk at the end of the room.
“Figure out what in the hell’s going on.” It sounds like an easy answer, but it’s not usually a straightforward one.
“Have any ideas?” Christian’s typing out a message on his cell as he speaks.
“Not a fucking one.” I drop into one of the chairs across from him and scrub a hand down my face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Christian’s eyes lift to me. “But you know better.”
“Nothing’s a coincidence.” I shake my head. “At least not in my world.”
That explosion had to be aimed at me, and I need to figure out why. Unfortunately, the list of possible reasons is long and varied. I’ve pissed off a lot of people over the years. Any numberof them could have circled back to give me what they think I have coming.
“Maybe it’s someone pissed at your company.” Christian offers up a plausible explanation. “You guys got any enemies?”
I laugh, but not in an amused way. “You could say that.” Which is why it will take fucking forever to narrow down the list of suspects. Between me and Alaskan Security, it could be just about anyone.