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“I don’t know exactly what to do with this…”—he gestured to the two of them—“yet, but I’m not letting you get away, Hannah Stone.”
Her heart soared at the promise and the sound of her name said with such adoration. It wasn’t fair what he could do to her heart with just a word. In fact, it was quite possibly downright dangerous.
She swallowed. "I think that’s called kidnapping,” she said in a whisper, her eyebrows raised innocently.
Will’s face slowly transformed into a wide grin, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter before he finally couldn’t hold it back. His laughter filled the previously quiet living room.
Hannah returned his grin, filled with glee that she had been able to make him laugh so fully. She laid her hand on top of his and squeezed slightly.
He pressed another kiss to her lips. “You’re something else, you know that?”
She smiled happily. “I’m just saying. Holding a girl against her will…”
“Oh? Against her will, huh? You seemed like a pretty willing participant in that kiss.”
She shrugged, a cheeky smile spreading over her face. “Maybe so. A repeat performance might be needed to tell for sure.”
Will looked more than happy to oblige, but just when he was about to respond, a voice called from the hallway. “Will, come check this out.”
Will pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away. “Another time.”
She tried not to pout. Obviously, Will had important things to do, leading this team and the surveillance mission tomorrow. But there was a large part of her that wished they could simply ignore the outside world for the next several hours. Maybe days.
She didn’t think she’d ever grow tired of kissing Will Gilbert. And it was only partially due to his kissing skills, which were top tier to be sure. It was mostly due to the fact that he was like a fairytale prince she couldn’t have created in her wildest dreams.
Maybe that was why she felt like any minute the clock would strike midnight and she’d turn back into a pumpkin.
With a yawn, she realized it was very possible the clock would soon literally strike midnight and verified it by checking the time on the laptop now resting on the coffee table. She quickly finished the lanyard design and ordered it to be printed nearby. Then, she did a quick pass through the living room, clearing cups—why were there so many dirty cups?—and trash before going to her room. She could hear Will talking to Ryder in one of the bedrooms, their voices just muffled enough so that she couldn’t make out what they were saying.
Not that she needed to know. They were the professionals; she was the tag-along who was grateful to be waiting in the van. She liked knowing they were ironing out the details though.
She lay in bed a long time, her nerves about tomorrow never settling enough for her to turn off her mind.
The next morning, she asked Tank how they could relax enough to sleep before a mission.
“Just do. You learn to tell your body when to sleep.”
Pierce spoke through spoonfuls of cereal. “Yep. When it’s time to sleep, you can’t waste precious minutes. I need my beauty sleep,” he said with a wink that made her laugh and Will smack him lightly on the back of the head.
Hannah’s heart fluttered at the sight of Will in gray sweatpants and a Henley shirt that did wonderful things for the muscles of his arms and shoulders. He was still rumpled from sleep, and it tugged at her emotions, making her long for things that couldn’t be hers anytime soon.
Namely, lazy Saturday afternoons watching college football in bed while snuggled against his side.
“Will, which college football team do you root for?” she asked.
He raised an eyebrow at the question, and she realized how sudden and out of place it must have seemed without the rest of the thought trail that led to it. Her cheeks warmed.
“Georgia Bulldogs,” he replied, stepping close. “You?”
She glanced around, wondering if he would be worried about everyone else watching. Tank had an amused smile, and Pierce was pretending not to watch as he drank the milk from his cereal bowl. Seriously, the man was like an overgrown ten-year-old.
“Ummm. Well, I did grow up in Alabama…” She watched his face for any sort of reaction. “But Jeremiah was a big Alabama fan, so I think it’s time I chose a new team.”
Will’s smile spread. “Oh yeah?”
She nodded.
“Okay, lovebirds. Time to get a move on.” Ryder strolled into the kitchen, already dressed in business casual slacks and a button-down.
