The Spy Who Ghosted Me by Jennifer Peel

Author:Jennifer Peel [Peel, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Peel
Published: 2024-09-13T00:00:00+00:00

Sabrina

IT SCARED ME HOW EASY it was to pretend Cash and I were a couple. Or how good it felt to hold on to him as we rode my favorite horse, Daisy, on the trail above the resort as dusk was setting in. The sky was a palette of deep blues and oranges, with wispy pink clouds that looked like cotton candy. The fall leaves danced in the light breeze, and the smell of cedarwood chips in smokers filled the air. Horseshoes clopped against the rocky path as if in rhythm with the surrounding landscape. If it were all real, it would be perfect.

I’d figured I’d be riding a horse solo, but Lexi was sneaky and only booked two horses, saying it would be more romantic for each couple to share a horse, as it was such a quick ride. She wasn’t wrong, but the last thing I needed was to feel any more romantic around Cash. It was bad enough when, earlier today, I’d watched him take a cooking lesson from Genevieve in the kitchen while Mia and I finished making the layers for the cake. Not only was it sweet, but it turned sexy when he’d spoon-fed me some of the beef stew in red wine sauce he and Genevieve had made. It got even sexier when he kissed me after and declared it tasted even better on my lips. To say it had gotten hot in the kitchen was an understatement.

Everyone was buying our lie.

As I rested my head against his strong back and felt each breath as his chest expanded and contracted, part of me wanted to buy into it. But we had a mission to accomplish. That’s all this was—a mission. Soon Cash would ride off into the sunset and become someone else so he could save the day, or maybe even the world. It had to be a lonely existence. I had so many questions for him—questions that would have to wait until we were alone.

Cash and I had devised a plan, hoping to get Soren, a.k.a. Izan, talking. I had to remind myself to always make sure to use his fake name.

So far, Lexi had dominated the conversation, regaling us with her plans for her new house and the honeymoon they were taking in Bali.

“I wanted to go to Italy, but Soren said all the harvest festivals would make it too crowded this time of year,” Lexi half complained before kissing Soren’s cheek.

I watched the entire scene as their horse led the way, praying there would never be a honeymoon.

“Mi amor, someday I’ll take you there,” Soren promised.

I squeezed Cash tightly, wondering if Soren wanted to avoid Europe because he feared someone might recognize him. I needed the comfort Cash offered as I constantly reminded myself I was in the company of a murderer—worse, a murderer my sister clung to and loved. Soren was lying about the crowds in Italy this time of year. It was typically less crowded and a great time to visit.

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