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Warmth bloomed in her belly. “Sounds like a pretty good plan.”
* * *
A few hours later,Jet stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel.
She was warm, and her legs felt like jelly, thanks to what Cain had done to her under the warm water. After he’d had her screaming, he’d left her to wash her hair. She grabbed another towel and ran it over her head.
They’d all be flying back to New York in the morning. She was keen to get back to her computer room, and her apartment.
Her belly swirled. And for her and Cain to talk about what they did next.
She bit her lip. Would he always be off on a mission, just popping in to see her occasionally? How the hell could she live with the dread of knowing he was off doing something dangerous but having no idea where he was?
In the bedroom, she pulled on her pajamas. When she walked into the living area, there was no sign of Cain. She glanced at the view of the lake. It was still stunning, but she was so glad not to be in it anymore.
Interpol had arrested Weber. The CIA had all of his personal data. The drone tech was safe.
She headed to Cain’s bedroom and paused in the doorway.
He was standing beside the bed. Fully dressed in jeans and a black Henley. A leather jacket rested on the bed beside the suitcase that he was packing.
Shock slapped at her, her skin turning ice cold. This wasn’t a man getting ready for bed.
He looked up, an unreadable expression on his face.
“You’re leaving.” Her voice was wooden; hollow.
Another person who’d said they cared for her, but were still leaving her, anyway.
“My boss called,” Cain said. “I need to tie up some loose ends.”
She pressed her lips together. She wouldn’t cry. Maybe a part of her had always known it would come to this.
She saw his gaze drop to her mouth.
“Jet—”
She shook her head. “You don’t need to say anything.”
He tossed a shirt in the suitcase and strode over to her. “Where’s my feisty pixie?”
She held up a palm to stop him.
He stilled. “I thought I’d give you one more chance.”
She cocked her head. “For what?”
“I’ll never be good enough for you. I don’t know if I can love you the way you deserve.”
Something hot poked through the ice forming around her heart. “Don’t pretend this is about me, Cain. If you want to leave, leave.” She lifted her chin. “Just don’t lie to me. God, if you don’t love me, you shouldn’t have said the words.”
“Don’t love you?” He grabbed her. “I’m so in love with you, you’re all I can see.”
She struggled against him and smacked his chest. “So why are you leaving?”
“I’ll only leave if you want me to. My plan is to go to CIA headquarters, tie up loose ends, and resign.”
Jet stilled. “What?”
