Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I have to control myself.
Because in this moment, I want to let out a whooping holler, pick Rachel up, and spin her around. She’s grabbed onto this baby thing by the horns, and I couldn’t be happier. All the things I thought I’d have to do on my own now can be done with a partner beside me.
“Sure,” I say casually. “That would be a lot of fun. And a name. We’d be able to start talking about a name.”
“I’m partial to Keegan,” she says.
“And I’m not,” I say without any hesitation.
“Asher?”
“Nope.”
“Evan?”
“Fuck no.”
“Logan?”
“Just shoot me now,” I groan in mock misery, and then I grin at her. “Okay, maybe Logan isn’t so bad. But you know, it could be a girl.”
“It’s a boy,” she says, and her confidence in the prediction has not weakened in the slightest.
“Come on.” I put my arm around her and turn her toward the door. “Let’s go figure out something for dinner, let me start some laundry so I can get packed, and then we can argue about it while we eat.”
“Deal,” she says with a laugh. As we walk out of the doctor’s office, I realize I’m not quite sure I’ve ever been this happy.
Yes, a lot of it has to do with the fact I can stop worrying about Rachel and how a bad decision could have ruined her. I can also rejoice in the fact I can stay on at Jameson.
But mostly, I’m happy that things will continue between Rachel and me. I sure as hell don’t want to give her up, and I’m hopeful she’s feeling the same.
That’s a discussion for another time.
For now, I’ll just be happy.
CHAPTER 22
Rachel
I close the thin manila folder and slide it in my shoulder satchel. I’ve got the company credit card and thirty minutes to get to the airport to catch my flight.
Kynan approached me yesterday about taking this trip on his behalf. He was slated to fly to Chicago to scope out a venue Jameson would be providing security for. It was a fundraising gala that would see Hollywood’s biggest stars along with a good chunk of prominent politicians. Kynan hates shit like this, so I wasn’t surprised he asked.
Wasn’t surprised I accepted, even though I hate shit like this, too.
But Bodie’s been gone for six days. He’s not due back for at least another week, and I’m bored and lonely. This will keep my mind busy for a few days and help the time to pass.
God, I can’t believe how much I miss him. Never even considered I would, since we’ve not been apart much since I got pregnant. There’s no doubt we’re in a relationship now, but I’m just not sure what that means.
If I’d been asked six days ago, I would have said it only meant that we were sort of living together, having amazing sex, and would soon be raising a kid together. Very simple.
But Bodie left and within one day, I was battling an empty, haunted feeling inside of me. The house was too quiet. My meals were too bland. Books I read were too boring, and the orgasms I gave myself were lackluster.
It’s been incredibly frustrating, but enlightening at the same time.
My feelings for Bodie clearly have more depth than I ever would have imagined. I even wonder if this could be the start of love for me.
“Rachel…” Kynan’s voice comes from the doorway of the spare office I’d been using today at Jameson’s headquarters.
I turn to face him. “What’s up?”
“Need you to come down to my office,” he says, and my heart sinks over the tone of his voice. It’s flat and bleak, causing chills of apprehension to race up my spine.
I scramble after him, practically jogging to catch up, and follow him to his office. Jerico is sitting in one of the chairs, along with a man I don’t recognize in a dark suit and tightly cropped hair.
CIA, I’d guess.
“What’s going on?” My voice trembles with fear because I know there’s only one reason they would call me into a meeting with a spook, and that’s because Bodie is out on a mission right now in conjunction with them.
“Renegade 1 came under fire night before last,” Kynan says gravely. “They had to split up. Most of them made it back to the rendezvous point.”
“But not Bodie,” I manage to conclude in a hoarse voice. My hand goes to my stomach, perhaps protecting Bodie’s child from the worst possible news.
“Nor Cage,” Kynan adds, and my stomach flips at the thought of Bodie and his best friend being on the run from monsters in the dark.
“The Navy has a SEAL team on the ground now searching,” the CIA dude says. At least I think he’s CIA, but I really don’t give a fuck. Just as long as he gets Bodie and Cage out of there.