Spy Catcher: The J.J. McCall Novels (Books 1-3) (The FBI Espionage Series) by S.D. Skye

Author:S.D. Skye
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2014-12-23T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

Tuesday Evening—Irving Street

After returning home from a long day of monitoring the dealers finally pushing his product in the streets, Santino hiked up the creaky stairs to his room and noticed a sliver of light shining through a crack in Lana’s bedroom door. Usually, he would respect her privacy and mind his own business. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to ignore the muffled sobs and sporadic sniffles echoing into the hall.

He walked to her door and peered inside, seeing Lana wearing only a pink camisole and cotton shorts, curled up on the bed in the fetal position, clutching a pillow to her chest. The intoxicating scent of lavender drew him inside; the soft sheen of her freshly oiled skin begged for his touch.

He tapped on the door with the knuckle of his middle finger and softly said, “Hey, you! Everything okay in there?”

Her back faced him so she didn’t even notice he’d been standing there, watching over her as if she’d morphed into a helpless child.

Lana didn’t respond or move her position, nor did her sobbing cease. He was a bit stunned by her behavior. She’d always seemed to have the strength of a rock, as if she had it all together. And before his eyes she had crumbled into a remnant of the woman she was only one night ago. He slowly pushed the door open and inched toward her. “It’s me, Santino. Just want to check and make sure you’re okay.”

She remained motionless, except for her stomach which constricted with each sniffle; her body began to tremble with every drop of sorrow released.

A surge of emotion overcame him, one he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Almost instinctively, he wanted to make her pain disappear. As his eyes traveled up the curve of her hip, to the dark strands of hair shrouding her face, easing her suffering became his only concern.

He sat down at her side, afraid his touch might be unwelcome. “Hey. We don’t know each other so well, but I’m here for you…if you ever wanna talk,” Santino said, waiting to see if and how she responded.

Her sniffing subsided but she moved nothing except her hand to wipe her eyes. Santino almost felt suffocated in the silence. Patience had never been his best virtue. He figured if she wanted to say something, she’d have spoken up. He decided to leave her to her tears. “Okay. Well, if you decide you wanna talk, I’ll be in my room.”

He planted his fist against the mattress to brace himself as he stood up when her hand gripped his wrist. He turned back toward her as she slowly spun her body around to face him.

Her glistening eyes were red and puffy and she had cried the make-up from her skin. Yet, she was still a remarkable beauty. The intensity of her baby blues held him spellbound and he knew, now more than ever, he should run before he couldn’t turn back. After all, he’d been in this place before.

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