“Does this have anything to do with Simon taking off earlier?” he asked.
“She can’t answer that,” Parker said.
“Ah, I get it. Secret police business. All done.”
“Thanks, Grayson. I owe you,” Parker said.
“Don’t mention it. You know we’re always here for you guys when an emergency arises.”
“Thank you.” I stood from my chair. “I can trust you won’t say a word about this to anyone?” My brow arched.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He winked.
Parker and I climbed into the car, and he drove us back to his house.
“You’re sleeping in my bed,” he said.
“I am?” I glanced at him.
“Yes. You have a head wound, and I need to make sure you’re okay.” He smiled.
“I’m fine, Parker. These aren’t the first stitches I’ve had.”
“I know, but I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“If you say so.”
A warm feeling swept over me. I didn’t need anyone to care for or look after me. Nobody ever had since the accident, especially my “fake” parents.
When we arrived home, we went upstairs. As I was changing into my nightshirt, Parker walked over and wrapped his arms around me.
“Tonight was very dangerous, and I was worried.”
“I wasn’t.” I smiled.
“Come on, Paige. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Pretend like you’re never afraid of anyone or anything.”
“I’m not.” My brows furrowed. “I’m an assassin, Parker. I was thoroughly trained for situations like tonight and worse. I don’t get scared or nervous. It’s not who I am.”
“I’m sure you were before the accident.”
“Who knows. Maybe.”
We climbed into bed, and I snuggled against him, my head resting on his muscular chest. There wasonething I was afraid of—my feelings.
Chapter Fourteen
Paige
Parker and I were up early the next morning. As I brewed us some coffee, the doorbell rang.
“It’s Simon,” Parker said, walking to the front door.
I grabbed another mug from the cabinet and made him a coffee.