Get a little creative.
Uncomplicate things.
Maybe Park’s worth fighting for.
I’m starting to think he just might be.
And I’m also starting to think my feelings for him are more than a holiday fling. They feel like a holidayforever. Okay, that was dumb, but an impressive catchphrase isn’t the most important thing on my mind right now.
Park is.
So what if he’s a government spy who occasionally kills people? We can’t all be saints. And it’s not like I don’t have some secrets of my own…because I do.
The truth is, Park has turned out to be the most loyal person I know. He helps out his friends. He takes risks. He’s brave and bold. And despite everything over the last few days, I find him to be more honest than half the people I know, and that’s saying something.
My gaze jumps around the room to my family. “So you think I should go after him?”
They all nod excessively, causing me to laugh.
My mom’s eyes warm with her smile. “Honey, go find him at the assisted living home.”
“I think he’s already left Leavenworth.”
“Then go find him wherever he’s at.”
“But that would mean leaving now…on Christmas Eve.”
My mom brushes my words away. “There will always be next year.”
“Okay.” I nod at them. “I’m going to go after him.”
And I think it will finally be my turn to rescue him.
THIRTY-SEVEN
SIENNA PRIME
December 25
If you’d askedme three weeks ago what my plans were for Christmas morning, I wouldn’t have said crawling through the HVAC ducts in one of Nicholas Lawrence’s buildings in downtown Seattle. Yet, here I am.
I should be home eating Christmas ham.
Actually, I don’t have a home.
Thanks for nothing, Park.
Notnothing.
Park did really well in Exuma—I can see why his reputation in the CIA is what it is. Despite being a little bitter about the explosion and my beach house, I was impressed with his skills.
And I’ll get over my home being destroyed.
In fact, when I see Park, I’m not even going to mention it. He’s been through a lot the last few days. I can spare him my disappointment over losing my safe house.
Besides, we have more important things to discuss. Like figuring out who the mole in the CIA is. I thought it was Derek. I straight-up asked him yesterday if he was the double agent. It made sense. He knew I was behind the scenes playing Park, he knew all of our locations, and he knew about Nicholas Lawrence. But oh my goodness! Derek folded under pressure like a lawn chair. I thought he would start crying on the phone—like sobbing. Either he’s a better actor than I am, or he’s not the mole. Since nobody could be a better actor than me, I’m leaning toward Derek’s innocence.
That means I’m back to square one, but this time, Park will be on my side.
