Chapters (22)
“To be honest, I don’t know. I just felt compelled to meet you, as though I had to, for reasons even I didn’t understand. Now I know. The minute I saw you, I felt this incredible pull toward you, like a magnetic force I couldn’t resist and didn’t want to.”
“I felt it too,” she admitted softly. “I felt it at the diner too.”
“So did I. Do you suppose we’re both crazy?” He actually meant it when he said it. He had wondered in the last week, but he didn’t think so.
“Maybe this was our destiny—it was meant to be,” she said thoughtfully.
“It feels that way,” he said, gently fondling her breast. “You make me happy, Theo. I don’t mean just like this. You make me happy like I’ve never been happy before.”
“Me too.” She was smiling at him. “And I’m not sorry, just so you know. And a CIA agent sounds quite exotic.” He smiled at what she said. She was graceful and elegant, even naked.
“It’s not. It’s anything but, but it’s a useful job. I’ve made a difference in people’s lives here and there. That’s why I signed up. It’s a good feeling.”
“You’ve made a difference in mine,” she said softly.
“Maybe we needed each other and that’s why we found each other. Maybe why doesn’t matter. It just is. I just don’t want you to regret it one day,” he said seriously.
“I don’t think I will,” she said, and he leaned over and kissed her.
“I know I won’t. And I never want you hurt again.” It was an enormous gift to give her, and a tall order to deliver in an unpredictable world, and they both knew it.
“Thank you,” she said and stood up next to the bed as he admired her. She was a beautiful woman and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. “I suppose we should dress and pretend to look normal. Do you think we can stay out of bed until the guards go to their rooms tonight?”
“It will be an interesting challenge,” he said, grinning at her as he rolled out of bed and stood next to her, towering over her. She felt small and safe next to him, and then they put their clothes back on, and he tucked the gun into his waist again. They wandered back into her office, trying to look as though they’d never left it. He leaned down and whispered to her.
“Your sweater is inside out,” he said in an undertone, and she giggled.
“So is my heart,” she answered, and he kissed her again.
“So is mine,” he whispered back.