stroked her matted hair down her back.
When the silence became deafening in the night, Brad was the first to speak. "Allison, we aren't supposed to do this here."
"I know."
He sighed in aggravation – both from the fact that now their traveling arrangement from the past three weeks was ruined and also because he was enjoying the way it felt to hold her. "I think this is where you're supposed to tell me you hate me."
Allison's lips grazed his ear. "I know." Her lips traveled to his and moved over them, soft and warm, before pulling back to meet his gaze. "But I don't hate you, Brad."
He hesitated. "I don't hate you either." He tangled his fingers into her hair and kissed her again, the way he would have liked to the night he'd made dinner and dessert for her at her apartment. If he hadn't been doing recon. And if he hadn't been posing as a gay man.
With sudden clarity, Brad realized things just got dangerous.
CHAPTER 9
ALLISON'S MIND WAS still reeling from everything that had happened three hours later when Brad pulled off the road into the inn's parking lot. It was nicer than the places they usually stayed, but it appeared to be the only thing for miles. Normally he might have continued driving until he found something a little less visible; Allison knew that and didn't blame him for wanting to stop before the sun broke on the horizon in hues of purple and mauve. He looked dead tired, the events of every moment since extracting her from the transport van clearly having caught up with him.
"Let me go in to get the room."
Wearily, he handed over her fake ID, credit card and some cash. He really must be tired. He'd been vehement in his refusal to give them to her every other night when she'd asked. Allison spared a moment to take in the appearance of his head leaning back against the seat and his eyes closed. She didn't dare think for a moment that he was asleep.
Better than anyone, she knew the man had predatory reflexes.
He looked so peaceful, so utterly at ease that seemingly all of the night's events had never occurred. Allison leaned over to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, reveling in the surprised intake of breath at the contact. The kiss was forbidden, just as was so much of what they'd done. But then, all of their unspoken rules had already been thrown to the wayside in the last several hours.
She touched his face lightly as she pulled away. "I'll be right back."
"Okay." His voice was fatigued and his eyes slipped closed again. "Get the room for two days. We shouldn't need it, but I don't want to worry about that if we aren't able to cross into Mexico on the first try."
Allison made a hasty exit and strode with purpose into the inn. So this had been the last leg of their road trip. This would be their last time to share a room. Brad had always been very clear on the fact that once they crossed into Mexico, they wouldn't stop until they reached the rendezvous point with Adam and Eli.
This was really it.
While a part of her remembered that it was always the plan for this to end, she questioned how much she wanted to join Adam in Costa Rica. The past three weeks had changed a lot for her. Yes, she still loved him, but could she face him, knowing how she'd betrayed him? Could she let him take her into his arms and hear the words of love he'd speak to her?
Could she bear to watch Brad walk out of her life now that she was in love with him?
She didn't know. What she did know was that she was tired of sleeping on hard mattresses with cardboard pillows so she opted for the nicest class of room they had to offer. Allison also knew she needed to get her mind off of her dilemma. Most likely, it wouldn't even matter what she felt or wanted. All she'd ever been to Brad was an assignment and an easy piece of ass. There was no point in trying to imagine giving up a man who would give her no other option but to do so.
"Mrs. Treadstone, that room is currently available with either two double beds or a
When the silence became deafening in the night, Brad was the first to speak. "Allison, we aren't supposed to do this here."
"I know."
He sighed in aggravation – both from the fact that now their traveling arrangement from the past three weeks was ruined and also because he was enjoying the way it felt to hold her. "I think this is where you're supposed to tell me you hate me."
Allison's lips grazed his ear. "I know." Her lips traveled to his and moved over them, soft and warm, before pulling back to meet his gaze. "But I don't hate you, Brad."
He hesitated. "I don't hate you either." He tangled his fingers into her hair and kissed her again, the way he would have liked to the night he'd made dinner and dessert for her at her apartment. If he hadn't been doing recon. And if he hadn't been posing as a gay man.
With sudden clarity, Brad realized things just got dangerous.
CHAPTER 9
ALLISON'S MIND WAS still reeling from everything that had happened three hours later when Brad pulled off the road into the inn's parking lot. It was nicer than the places they usually stayed, but it appeared to be the only thing for miles. Normally he might have continued driving until he found something a little less visible; Allison knew that and didn't blame him for wanting to stop before the sun broke on the horizon in hues of purple and mauve. He looked dead tired, the events of every moment since extracting her from the transport van clearly having caught up with him.
"Let me go in to get the room."
Wearily, he handed over her fake ID, credit card and some cash. He really must be tired. He'd been vehement in his refusal to give them to her every other night when she'd asked. Allison spared a moment to take in the appearance of his head leaning back against the seat and his eyes closed. She didn't dare think for a moment that he was asleep.
Better than anyone, she knew the man had predatory reflexes.
He looked so peaceful, so utterly at ease that seemingly all of the night's events had never occurred. Allison leaned over to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, reveling in the surprised intake of breath at the contact. The kiss was forbidden, just as was so much of what they'd done. But then, all of their unspoken rules had already been thrown to the wayside in the last several hours.
She touched his face lightly as she pulled away. "I'll be right back."
"Okay." His voice was fatigued and his eyes slipped closed again. "Get the room for two days. We shouldn't need it, but I don't want to worry about that if we aren't able to cross into Mexico on the first try."
Allison made a hasty exit and strode with purpose into the inn. So this had been the last leg of their road trip. This would be their last time to share a room. Brad had always been very clear on the fact that once they crossed into Mexico, they wouldn't stop until they reached the rendezvous point with Adam and Eli.
This was really it.
While a part of her remembered that it was always the plan for this to end, she questioned how much she wanted to join Adam in Costa Rica. The past three weeks had changed a lot for her. Yes, she still loved him, but could she face him, knowing how she'd betrayed him? Could she let him take her into his arms and hear the words of love he'd speak to her?
Could she bear to watch Brad walk out of her life now that she was in love with him?
She didn't know. What she did know was that she was tired of sleeping on hard mattresses with cardboard pillows so she opted for the nicest class of room they had to offer. Allison also knew she needed to get her mind off of her dilemma. Most likely, it wouldn't even matter what she felt or wanted. All she'd ever been to Brad was an assignment and an easy piece of ass. There was no point in trying to imagine giving up a man who would give her no other option but to do so.
"Mrs. Treadstone, that room is currently available with either two double beds or a
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