Blind Shot (The Sharpshooter Series Book 1) by Lola Feri

Author:Lola Feri [Feri, Lola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fiction Dream
Published: 2018-02-02T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Ryland

We were silent on the ride home—one of those thick and uncomfortable moments where there was way too much to say and no real way to say any of it. I thought of a few ways to start, but I gave up after a while, choosing to sit slumped in the passenger seat like a sack of potatoes.

How did you even say "thanks for sticking up for me," when the next thing out of your mouth would probably have to be I understand if you need to put me back in jail?

Not that I was going back. If it turned out that Garrett was ditching me, I had a good bug-out bag stashed in town, one I was pretty sure the agency didn't know about. If I could get to it, I could disappear and start over, being careful to stay under the radar for at least a few years before everyone forgot all about me.

If I was smart, I'd be heading for that bug-out bag right now, no matter which way Garrett was leaning. Hell, I could bail out of the car when he slowed down, hit the ground running. He could call it in, but it wasn't like he could chase after me.

I immediately felt like shit, and somehow right at that moment, he glanced over at me from the driver's seat.

"Quit it," he said, his voice low.

"What?"

"Poking whatever it was you found under a rock in your head. It's not doing any good. We both made the decisions in Marseilles. Now we need to figure out what we're going to do about them."

"You're a mind-reader now?" I snorted.

"No, you're just obvious when you're not in mission mode."

God, I hoped not. That meant he knew how I looked at him, catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye sometimes. Sometimes all I wanted to do was plaster myself against his body and see how good I could make us both feel.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "You're fine."

I was just wondering what the hell kind of Cold War telepathy experiment he had been a part of when suddenly he reached over without looking and roughed his fingers through my hair.

I had been on the verge of making a smart remark, but that light and casual touch took my breath away. I got tingles from feeling his strong fingers rake over my scalp, and for a moment, all I could imagine were his fingers tightening in my hair, dragging me right over the console for a kiss.

I hadn’t had much time to think about that kiss in his bedroom before we shipped out for the shit show in Marseilles, but I sure as fuck was thinking about it now. I remembered how he tasted and how that powerful body loomed over mine. Cane or not, he was strong as hell, and I wanted to feel what it was like when he grabbed me, held me down.

Jesus, you need to wake the hell up, I told myself.

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