Chapter 11
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“You know...” Emma traceda thin scar on Trace’s chest. “I know the circumstances that brought us here suck, but even with everything else going on, these last few days have been pretty great.”
It had been one full week since they’d first come to the cabin. Three days since they had sex for the first time.
Since then, their days had consisted of a lot of downtime. They received regular phone calls with Trevor for updates on their situation which, so far, consisted of nothing more than they were still working on finding Sadiq Khaled.
Other than that, she and Trace spent their time watching T.V., sitting together on the patio, sharing meals, and sharing a bed.
Howard came inside on occasion to shower, use the restroom, or grab a bite to eat. But most of the time, it was just her and Trace.
Something she could definitely get used to.
“I can’t argue with that.” Trace’s deep voice vibrated against her cheek.
Shifting beside her, he rolled over, not stopping until he was fully on top of her. Leaning down, his lips had only just brushed against hers when the loud peel of his phone ringing filled the room.
With a groan, his grey eyes stared into hers. “That had better be important.”
Giving her a quick, chaste kiss, Trace rolled away and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
Looking at the screen, he said, “It’s your brother.” He put it on speaker. “Hey, Coop. I’ve got you on speaker. Emma’s with me.”
“Hey, Sean. How’s—”
“Get out of the cabin!”
“What?” The alarm in his voice sent Emma’s heart racing. “What’s wrong?”
“Our locations have been compromised.”
Trace’s eyes flew to hers. “Get dressed.”
“Hold up.” Coop’s voice lowered. “Did you just tell my sister to getdressed?”
Ignoring the question, Trace jumped to his feet. He continued talking to Sean as he rushed to dress in the jeans and shirt she’d torn from his body an hour before.
“What the hell do you mean, we’ve been compromised?” Trace demanded to know. “How does that even happen?”
“No idea, but Trevor and Lex just had company.”
“What?” Emma’s thoughts turned to Trevor’s pregnant wife. “Are they okay?”
“They’re fine,” Sean put her mind at ease. “The bastard who broke into their place, not so much.”
“He breached the safehouse?” Trace barked. “What about the agent assigned to them?”
“Trevor found him in his car. Single shot to the head.”