AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I look up, my brown eyes meeting his green ones. My heart skips a beat.
“We really have to work on your confidence,” he says. “Because, wow, Cove. You’re beautiful. A girl like you is completely out of my league, and I know that. I don’t want to take you because I feel sorry for you or because I pity you. Truly, it would be an honor to take you. I like hanging out with you. You’re more than just a job for me. Even if Spy School tried to reassign me and I had to take time off to be here, I would. So don’t ever say that I would take you out of pity. That’s simply not true.”
I lick my lips, which suddenly feel dry.
What am I supposed to say to something likethat?
Hunter grins. “So, Cove Lawson, will you please help me make all the boys at West Raven Academy jealous by going to homecoming with me?”
Against my better judgment, I nod. “I would like that.”
Even though we’re still just going together as ‘friends,’ my heart still races at the thought of going with him.
Does Hunter really not know how I feel? Does he not see how much it’s going to hurt to say goodbye once he does leave?
Forget the assassins—I’m not going to survive Hunter Duran.
Saturday, October 17
West Raven vs. East Raven.
As it turns out, homecoming is a lot more than just a dance.
It starts out early on Saturday with a football game. Our team plays against East Raven. It’s all in good fun, but when I arrive at the football field, everybody is wearing school colors. I have on a West Raven Academy hoodie that Harper gave me. It’s cool outside today and even with the hoodie on, I’m shivering.
Hunter shakes his head, smirking. “You wouldn’t last a day in Switzerland. This is not cold.”
I look over at him, wondering how he can stand to wear a short sleeved shirt. “Is that where you grew up?”
“No. I was mostly raised in London,” he says, as we take a seat in the stands.
My jaw drops open. “What? You sound American.”
He shrugs. “I started school in Switzerland at fourteen and all my friends were American. I naturally lost the accent. And I don’t live there now.”
“Where do you live?” I ask.
“Right now, I live in Massachusetts. With you.”
I roll my eyes. “I mean when you’re not here. Like, when you’re not working a case.”
“I have an apartment in Arizona,” he says. “But I only stayed there for a week about two years ago and haven’t been back.”
“You pay rent for an apartment you don’t even live in?”
“Spy School pays for it,” he says.
Right.
“So it’s notreallyhome.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “If you could choose, where would you want to live?”
His green eyes pierce into mine. “I don’t know. I don’t really have a life outside of my job. Someday I will. Maybe then I will buy a house.”
“A house is a lot of commitment,” I tease.
He smirks. “I want a life. A home. A wife. Kids. You know, what everybody wants.”
“Not everybody,” I mumble, thinking of my mother.
