“Hazel works for the FBI and you said Miles and her worked together…” I let my sentence trail and he squeezes my fingers.

“You’re smart, Mouse, anyone ever told you that?”

“I just listen.”

“Both Miles and Tucker work for the FBI,” he says and my stomach drops. “I won’t go into why they’re here, but no one can know who they really work for.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“I know you won’t,” he says softly.

My throat itches because him trusting me with that information is huge.

“You should probably send your dad another message, and let him know what’s going on.”

“I will, and I’ll call my brother and fill him in just in case he somehow gets a hold of Dad before I do.”

“Your brother?”

“I have three, only one of them isn’t on the trip with our parents.”

“Sisters?”

“Two of those, one of them is my twin, and the one not on the trip with our parents is also in Colorado.”

“Jesus, we need to talk more,” he mumbles.

I laugh. “We talk all the time, there’s just been a lot of stuff going on.”

“Tonight, you’ll tell me everything.”

“Only if you do the same.”

“You’ve met my family baby.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know what you actually do for a job or who all those people are in the frames in your living room.”

“What people?” he asks as he pulls into the parking lot for the bank.

“The frames in your living room, I haven’t met any of those people,” I say, and he tosses his head back and laughs.

“The decorator who styled my place put those there, I don’t have a fucking clue who those people are.”

“Oh.” I bite my bottom lip and he reaches over grasping me behind the neck then pulls me over until we are face to face.

“I’ll tell you about my job tonight. It’s not exciting,” he says but something tells me he’s lying.

“Okay.” I agree then he leans in to kiss me and I kiss him back. When he lets me go, I grab my purse and start to reach for the door handle, but stop and look at him when he grabs my wrist.

“Call me if you need to leave early and I’ll be here as soon as I can to pick you up.”

“I’ll call.” I promise before I open the car door and hop out. When I reach the door to the bank, I glance back over my shoulder where he’s still parked watching me and lift my hand. It would be easy to go and get back in his jeep, but I know if I do that, I won’t have a chance to dig into Carly’s information and try to find out what happened to her myself.

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WITH MY FOOT tapping nervously on the floor under my desk I look through the glass that surrounds my office and gives me a full view of the lobby then back at my computer.