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“I miss the days of tucking you in.” I confessed, softly. “You’re too cool for that now.”
Dillon laughed. “But not too cool for goodnight forehead kisses. I’ll take those.”
Chuckling, I kissed his forehead a couple more times before turning out the light.
“Good night, Dillow.”
“’Night dad.”
At the door, I stopped as he called out to me.
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
My heart soared.
“I love you too. Sleep.”
* * *
Over the next few days,someone was following me.
They weren’t very careful about it.
According to Seema, they wanted me to know they were there. It was a way of rattling me. But they obviously had no clue who they were dealing with.
According to Tex, there shouldn’t have been a team on me. No one knew what my company was working on—and no one really cared.
So far, none of my work for the military had anything to do with weaponry. The only piece of tech we created for them had to do with navigation and a way of tracking their people who were in dangerous zones most other GPS systems couldn’t track.
But that was years ago, and that piece of tech had already been patented and was in use.
I was exhausted and had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room. It wasn’t the plan—I just needed a break from staring at my computer screen—at numbers and schematics and lists of things that barely made sense to me.
But suddenly I was with Seema and she was dressed the way she had that night out atDebutantwith Levi. Mae Lin had called me demanding to know why I was friends with someone namedSoli Darityand hadn’t informed her.
I had to take a moment to look up the name and realized Levi was a Drag Queen.
“I didn’t know.” I’d told her. “Trust me, I didn’t know.”
Mae Lin had then snuck a picture of Seema and ever since then, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It was hard to believe that had been the same woman.
The Seema I knew was a jeans-wearing, baseball-cap-bad-coffee-drinking woman who handled a rig better than most men I’d seen.
But atDebutantshe was wearing black stilettos with zippers at the backs, and a butterfly pendant. The blue dress she wore hugged her body and fell just below her knees. Her hair was sitting atop her head in a halo-like poof.
But what really held me captive was the red of her lips—
I could barely breathe.
I couldn’t count how many times since then I’d stared at that picture, trying to trace the swells of her breasts at the lowcut neckline and trying to imagine what she smelled like in that moment.
Something soft fell over my chest and I reached upward.
A soft gasped forced me to open my eyes.
