ready?” Jason called from the front door.
“Yeah.” I grumbled my way to my car.
“Boy, you’re chipper this morning,” Jason teased. I turned to unload my mood on him, but he leaned over with a quick kiss. “For luck.”
Surprised, my retort fizzled out under the breathtaking feel of his lips on mine.
"I know this is hard for you, but it's important. If we can stop the money, we can stop a lot of bad people."
That was it! That was the answer I had been searching for. Never in a million years would I have pictured myself in a situation to bring down terrorists, but here I was teetering on the fence between fighting for my country and shrinking away from my duty.
Dad often told me that the backbone of the U. S. of A. wasn't found in Washington, D.C., it was found when an ordinary citizen stood up for the red, white, and blue. With my financial background, I understood that wars weren't always fought with bullets and bombs, they were waged every time money exchanged hands. I needed to do this.
Jason squeezed my hand. “I’ll call you at lunch as usual. Remember, act normal.”
“Right.” I’ll just pretend I’m not dating a spy and participating in his espionage. Sure, that should be easy to push to the back of my head . I climbed in my car and rolled down the window.
“Here.” Jason handed me what looked like a remote locking device for a car. “Hit the panic button and I’ll be at your side in less than three minutes.”
My second piece of spy gear. Cool.
Chapter 12
I spread my face into what I hoped was a happy smile. Nodding to LaNae, our receptionist, I walked determinedly to my office. I sank into my rolling, swivel chair with relief at having avoided Devin. If I could just hide in my office and stay busy, I’d fly under his radar all day long. I attacked my keyboard with determined aloofness and didn’t look up until I heard a tap, tap, tap, on my door frame.
“Can I come in?” Devin’s freshly trimmed head poked into my office.
I sucked in, taken off guard by having him drop in. I wanted warning by golly. What was the point of having a spy on your side if they didn’t run interference?
I pressed my fingers to my cheeks . Do I look guilty? I feel like I look guilty. Stop being so obvious . I dropped my hands. Say something. “Hey there, Devin.” Yeah, that sounded normal . I mentally rolled my eyes at myself.
“How’d your weekend go?”
Act casual . “Oh, you know. Same old, same old.” I hit the button on my laptop to kill the screen saver hoping he’d take the hint that I was too busy to talk.
Devin’s eyebrows lowered. “Weren’t you supposed to introduce Jason to your parents this weekend?”
Crap – Plan B.
“Yeah.” The truth couldn’t hurt. I forced a laugh. “I guess things went all right. My dad waved a few guns around trying to intimidate him – you know, regular dad stuff. My mom tried to overfeed us. It was good ... I guess.” I brought my hand to my mouth so I could bite my thumb nail. Horrified that I acted so uneasy, I shoved my fingers under my rear to smother the need to fidget.
Devin picked up my paperweight, tossing it back and forth between his hands. “What did they think about the wedding?”
“Ummmm.” I pretended to be distracted by an email. “Neither one is really sure about him – I mean it – I mean the wedding.” My face flushed red. This is just Devin. He's asking all normal questions. Relax . I met his gaze over the top of my computer screen. “Let’s put it this way: my Mom didn’t ask about wedding colors and Dad can barely remember his first name.” I gave a nervous sounding laugh.
Devin nodded. He paused for a moment, considering his words. “I didn’t want to say anything, but if you need another opinion, I’m not so sure about him, it, the wedding, either.”
My blood went cold. “Why would you say that?”
“You know I only have your best interest at heart, right?”
I nodded.
“I’m
“Yeah.” I grumbled my way to my car.
“Boy, you’re chipper this morning,” Jason teased. I turned to unload my mood on him, but he leaned over with a quick kiss. “For luck.”
Surprised, my retort fizzled out under the breathtaking feel of his lips on mine.
"I know this is hard for you, but it's important. If we can stop the money, we can stop a lot of bad people."
That was it! That was the answer I had been searching for. Never in a million years would I have pictured myself in a situation to bring down terrorists, but here I was teetering on the fence between fighting for my country and shrinking away from my duty.
Dad often told me that the backbone of the U. S. of A. wasn't found in Washington, D.C., it was found when an ordinary citizen stood up for the red, white, and blue. With my financial background, I understood that wars weren't always fought with bullets and bombs, they were waged every time money exchanged hands. I needed to do this.
Jason squeezed my hand. “I’ll call you at lunch as usual. Remember, act normal.”
“Right.” I’ll just pretend I’m not dating a spy and participating in his espionage. Sure, that should be easy to push to the back of my head . I climbed in my car and rolled down the window.
“Here.” Jason handed me what looked like a remote locking device for a car. “Hit the panic button and I’ll be at your side in less than three minutes.”
My second piece of spy gear. Cool.
Chapter 12
I spread my face into what I hoped was a happy smile. Nodding to LaNae, our receptionist, I walked determinedly to my office. I sank into my rolling, swivel chair with relief at having avoided Devin. If I could just hide in my office and stay busy, I’d fly under his radar all day long. I attacked my keyboard with determined aloofness and didn’t look up until I heard a tap, tap, tap, on my door frame.
“Can I come in?” Devin’s freshly trimmed head poked into my office.
I sucked in, taken off guard by having him drop in. I wanted warning by golly. What was the point of having a spy on your side if they didn’t run interference?
I pressed my fingers to my cheeks . Do I look guilty? I feel like I look guilty. Stop being so obvious . I dropped my hands. Say something. “Hey there, Devin.” Yeah, that sounded normal . I mentally rolled my eyes at myself.
“How’d your weekend go?”
Act casual . “Oh, you know. Same old, same old.” I hit the button on my laptop to kill the screen saver hoping he’d take the hint that I was too busy to talk.
Devin’s eyebrows lowered. “Weren’t you supposed to introduce Jason to your parents this weekend?”
Crap – Plan B.
“Yeah.” The truth couldn’t hurt. I forced a laugh. “I guess things went all right. My dad waved a few guns around trying to intimidate him – you know, regular dad stuff. My mom tried to overfeed us. It was good ... I guess.” I brought my hand to my mouth so I could bite my thumb nail. Horrified that I acted so uneasy, I shoved my fingers under my rear to smother the need to fidget.
Devin picked up my paperweight, tossing it back and forth between his hands. “What did they think about the wedding?”
“Ummmm.” I pretended to be distracted by an email. “Neither one is really sure about him – I mean it – I mean the wedding.” My face flushed red. This is just Devin. He's asking all normal questions. Relax . I met his gaze over the top of my computer screen. “Let’s put it this way: my Mom didn’t ask about wedding colors and Dad can barely remember his first name.” I gave a nervous sounding laugh.
Devin nodded. He paused for a moment, considering his words. “I didn’t want to say anything, but if you need another opinion, I’m not so sure about him, it, the wedding, either.”
My blood went cold. “Why would you say that?”
“You know I only have your best interest at heart, right?”
I nodded.
“I’m
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