Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"You okay?" she asks as she runs her soapy hands along my chest. I wish I could tell her that I wasn't, that my loyalty to my job and my budding connection with her was bound to drive me mad. I wish I could tell her the truth without any kind of negative repercussions other than an embarrassing story we can look back on and laugh about later. But none of that is realistic. I still don't know what we're truly up against to know if she's in danger or if the information we have on her is correct. I've already failed at one mission I'll never forgive myself for. I won't let it happen again if I can help it.
Instead of answering her, I kiss her deeply until a soft sigh leaves her lips. I move the soapy washcloth along her skin as my lips leave a hot trail of kisses along her jawline and her face. Every touch and kiss is gentle, almost as if I'm handling the most delicate flower. It's what she deserves; it's what she always deserves.
Her phone rings from the bedroom, popping the steamy bubble of passion in the shower. Her shoulders sag as she sighs. "It's probably my dad again," she murmurs.
I don't want her to go, but I still have more work to do, and she does have to go back to her life in order for me to get more information. I reach behind her and turn the showerhead off. "I'd better get you home before he potentially calls the cops and says that I kidnapped you," I tease and step out of the shower.
She laughs and takes the towel that I hold out to her. "I want to say you're wrong, but that kind of sounds like something he'd probably do, especially after you threatened him," she muses with a grin.
Though I smile, her response doesn't make me feel any more at ease about her father. That night at her house, I'd wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn't do anything that would put Morgan in harm's way since she's his daughter. But after listening to the man berate and scold his daughter over a missed social media post—which isn't a huge deal to the average person—only makes me wonder just what he's up to and whether or not he's capable of putting a hit on his own daughter.
"I honestly don't even want to get out of the car."
Morgan and I sit in her driveway in silence. I look over at her. "We can go somewhere else if you want."
She looks toward her front door, anxiety tugging her features down into a frown that doesn't suit her. "I have to face him at some point. May as well get it over with." She gives me a small smile. "Call you later?"
"Yeah, okay." She opens the car door, but I grab her hand to stop her. "You know I'm just a phone call away if you need to get away."
She smiles at me and leans over to give me a quick peck on the lips. "I know. Talk to you later."
I watch as she makes her way to the front door, which flies open before she can even reach it. Her father stands in the doorway, his face almost as red as his shirt as she stares at her without a word. Morgan stops just a few feet away from the door, and her father says something I'm unable to hear, which brings a smirk to my lips. I guess he took my warning about yelling at her seriously.
His eyes moved to my car, and he gives me a death glare. I return one of my own in a silent challenge to see if he's man enough to come to my car to confront me about what I'd said on the phone earlier. Luckily for him, he thinks better of it and focuses on Morgan instead. He steps aside and points inside the house. Anger licks up my spine as I watch Morgan shuffle into the house with her head bowed, and a part of me is guilty that I may have caused her more issues by threatening her father.
I force myself to put my car in reverse and back out of her driveway. Once I'm at the entrance of her neighborhood, I make a U-turn and head back down the street at a slow pace. I stop right before I get to her house to stay out of immediate view while also still being close enough to watch her.
She and her father are in the living room, her hands waving around wildly before she storms off. I lightly hit my forehead with my fist when I realize the missed opportunity I had to plant a bug in her bedroom or even her house when I had the chance. Remembering the bug I'd placed on her shirt a couple of days ago, I pull out my phone. There's a high chance that I probably won't be able to hear much of anything depending on where the shirt or the bug is, but hopefully, I can at least catch something.