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“It ebbs and flows,” she shrugs and I get a small taste that she’s hiding something. I brush it away though when I realize how out of practice with dating I am.
“Sorry,” I say and shake my head, “I’m not trying to give you the third degree. I just want to know about you. I’m not used to doing this.”
“What? Dates?” She questions and her eyes roam over me. “You’re not what I ever expect, Roman. To answer your question though, I wish there was more excitement to say about working at the dock. On the other hand, I can’t cook for shit, but I grill very well. I was raised by my father and he taught me. It’s also why I know how to swing a hammer. My favorite color is green, lucky for you I love Italian food, my middle name is Isolde, and I don’t like strolls on the beach, but I do love to dance in the rain.”
My brow quirks up, “It's not raining.”
She glances at the sky and I swear she counts down from five before I feel it. A fat drop of water lands on my arm. My gaze shoots to hers and she's grinning.
“I had checked the weather earlier today before walking over here.”
The rain starts to fall faster and we’re grabbing the food off the table and running it back inside, laughing the entire time. Once the food is saved I watch the rain destroy my romantic rooftop dinner idea. So much for a first date. I feel disappointment tug at me when her hand suddenly fills mine.
“Dance with me,” She calls over the rushing noise of the water, while pulling me outside. My clothes, and hers, are instantly soaked, but the way her face lights up is worth it. I spin her around in circles and dip her backwards dramatically. She laughs and holds me tighter.
The sky lights up around us and it’s our hint to go inside and finish eating. When I look at Becca though, I’m instantly hit with the thought that I want to see her like this all the time. Carefree, smiling, wet from the rain, and breathing hard from dancing together.She's the one.The thought hits me out of nowhere, but it feels right. I need to taste her lips, to feel her body against mine. Becca must feel it too because she doesn’t even hesitate to wrap her arms around my neck, while my hands pull her body to mine, my lips crashing against hers. Her lips are soft, sweet, and move gently against mine with every breath she takes. Blood thunders in my ears from the strong beat of my heart. Nothing has ever felt more right in my life than kissing Becca out here in the rain.
ChapterEight
Isolde
I’ve already decided that no man in the world can kiss as well as Roman Mohagen. I felt that kiss from my lips right down to my toes. Toes that curled inside my ballet flats. It could have been the view, the romantic home cooked meal, or the rain, but something tells me it was just him. Roman. The only man I think I have ever wanted and I can’t have. Because I’m lying to him. I have lied to him since I first met him. I will continue until this job is done and I have to leave this island.
I work at the docks.
I lost control of my vehicle.
My name is Becca Reynolds.
All lies. This man doesn’t deserve what I’m doing to him, and I have no way to stop. To tell him the truth would be signing his death certificate. My cover could be blown, and he could end up dead, or worse.
I broke the cardinal rule of being undercover. Don’t form attachments. Be friendly, lie to who I have to in order to get the information I need, but do not cross lines. And liking Roman, even growing to love him, would definitely blur the lines.
Which is why I’ve been avoiding him since I left that night, after he kissed me breathless. Thankfully I could use work as an excuse because there really were more shipments coming in, and this time I was trying to catch even just one image in order to send it to my boss. He needed to see the payoff of my operation, and I was itching to get back to my normal life.
“Dimitri said this one is on a time crunch. We get it in and back out,” Adam suddenly steps next to me. My body freezes for a second at his nearness until his words register in my brain.
“Why is there a time crunch?”
Adam shrugs, “I don’t question what Dimitri wants. If you’re smart, you won’t either.”
“What's the cargo, Adam?” I push further, knowing there is no way this weasel doesn’t know. This could possibly be the one I’ve been waiting for. My stomach coils with tension thinking about how close I am to getting the information I need.
“I don’t know,” he seethes through his teeth, his eyes raking over my body. “Why don’t you grab the tools. We need to be prepared.” He orders me.
I fight to keep my eyes from rolling, and glare at him instead, before heading up the walkway to the parking lot where our cars were stashed. I pop the trunk on Adam’s car and grab the bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I feel a hand touch on the strap and turn my shoulder ready to hit whoever is trying to steal from me.
“Easy, babe,” Roman chuckles and holds his hands up.
I close my eyes and breathe out, “I could have hit you.”
“I saw, which is why I stepped back. Is that your normal reaction to people trying to help, or bring you coffee?” His head cocks to the side.
I smother down my attraction to him, and how insanely good looking he is right now, casual in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. My gaze lands in his hand where he is holding a large to-go cup. On the inside I’m melting because he thought about me, and cared enough to bring it to me. While on the outside I’m mentally schooling my face to stay passive, while also sneaking glances at our surroundings to make sure we aren’t being watched.
“No,” I finally answer, shaking my head, “Sorry, I didn’t expect you.”
“Obviously. Are you okay?” His tone is filled with concern which does nothing for the self-loathing I’m already feeling for caring about him so much. I’m just about to tell him I’m fine, and ask if we can chat later, when Adam appears next to me.
