And still, Chloe hadn’t finished her sentence.It means...
It meansshe didn’t feel the same things he did.It meansthat when this was over, well, he’d go back to America.
Pretend this never happened.
Right.
“Volkov should have been here hours ago,” Chloe said. “Maybe Coco’s intel was wrong.”
“Or maybe our guy’s being careful.” Skeet reached for another container ofsom tamChloe had just picked up from a vendor three blocks away. The lime-and-chili burn helped keep him alert.
“True.” She accepted the plastic fork he offered, their fingers brushing in the exchange.
That simple contact sent too much heat up his arm.
Stop it.So what if she was attractive? And smart. He was clearly back where he’d started—letting his emotions distract him from his mission.
They weren’t teenagers playing footsie in study hall. No more flirting, no more games.
Except the way she’d looked at him during their spa conversation yesterday kept replaying in his mind. The vulnerability in her voice when she’d talked about her failed relationships. The moment when she’d almost said something important before Coco’s call interrupted everything.
I don’t see a way out for us here.
He really didn’t need an answer to what that meant.
“You’re thinking loud,” Chloe murmured around a bite ofsom tam.
“Am I?”
“Your jaw does this thing when you’re thinking. Sort of gets all tight, and your face looks cranky.”
“Myfacelooks cranky?”
She lifted a shoulder. “Or maybe you are cranky.”
His mouth opened. Closed. And he sighed.
It wasn’t her fault that the way the twilight caught the gold in her hair made his trying to focus a near impossibility.
A truck rumbled past their position, belching black smoke. She turned back to the warehouse, binoculars raised.
Yeah, he was cranky. But maybe he should give their conversation another go.
“So.” He kept his voice casual. “When this is over...”
She tensed.
“Chloe?”
“There’s movement.”
Skeet grabbed his own binoculars, scanning the warehouse entrance.
A white sedan pulled up to the loading dock.
“That’s him,” Chloe said. “Volkov.”
Volkov stepped out wearing sunglasses and a crisp suit. Same confident bearing from the resort. They watched him disappear into the warehouse. His vehicle sat baking in the sun.