“Atlas…”
His lips brushed over hers.“I’ll get it when the moment is right.Trust me.”
Trust…
Trust would be necessary in their relationship.
I have to trust you in order to fuck you.
She stared at the flashing,blue lights.Nearly eight a.m.Exhaustion pulled at her even as the sun rose higher in the sky.She was long past the point of running on adrenaline.Now, Lily knew she was running on fumes.Wasn’t that the old saying?
Because it was Atlas and because of what had happened before, a full force of cops had rushed to the little house on the cul-de-sac.The bomb sniffing dogs were brought out.The home thoroughly searched.
No bomb was found.
But apparently, something badhadbeen discovered.Because the cops had been extra intent as they systematically examined every inch of the property.
She hadn’t been allowed inside yet, but Atlas had.Atlas and his magic reach and his new ownership ofherrental.He’d been escorted in by two uniforms while she waited outside.
Her hands twisted nervously together.
Desmond was at her side.Silent.Steady.Intense.
Carl waited near the limo.Just as steady and intense.Desmond had introduced her to Carl while she’d been waiting for the madness at her house to settle down.
As for Atlas…he appeared in her doorway, his hands loose at his sides.His expression was extra grim as he began to march toward her.
Oh, no.There was no sign of the diary.She felt heat stinging her cheeks.She should have destroyed that diary so long ago.Why the hell hadn’t she?Why?
Because it was the only proof I had that she actually loved me.
Too bad it held all sorts of other proof, too.
Atlas came right up to her.Desmond immediately stepped away to give them privacy.
“It’s bad,” Atlas said.
Bad?
He pulled her into his arms.“Mission accomplished,” he breathed into her ear.
She shuddered, and relief made her lightheaded.
“It’s okay.I got it.It’s tucked inside my sweatshirt.No one ever saw me take it, I promise.Now let’s get the hell out of here.I’ll describe the fucking mess when I get you safely in the limo.”
She eased back.One step.Their bodies no longer touched.Her eyes flew to his face.Though she very much didn’t like thefucking messpart, she had to say, “I could kiss you right now,” she told him.
“Hold the thought.”He glanced over his shoulder.“Dammit.”
Uniformed cops were coming toward them.That tracked because there had to be more questions, and there was?—
Wait.She’d just caught sight of someone else.An FBI agent that she recognized.One that had her stiffening because FBI Special Agent Gage Emerick was not a fan of hers.In fact, quite the opposite.
I know what you did.I just can’t prove it.
He’d certainly gotten to Dallas far faster than she’d anticipated.
“What’s wrong?”Atlas asked as he felt her tension.Then, upon spotting the man heading toward them with a determined stride, “Who the fuck is that joker?”
