Page 43 of Kept By The Agents

"Sorry. I'm just trying not to step on any toes."

Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed. "I understand. He's your friend." Giving him a soft smile, I patted the bed next to me. "I don't want to come between the two of you."

He sat next to me and let out a scoffing noise. "He's an idiot."

I laughed and looked over at him. "What?"

"For leaving you," he said with a shrug.

That eased some of the embarrassment from rejection. Shaking my head, I stared down at the floor. "I was an idiot for waiting for him to come back. For so long, I was sure that he'd walk back through my door."

Weaver gave a low hum in his throat. I wasn't sure what the sound meant, but my cheeks heated as I realized what I admitted. I'd never said the words out loud before. Not to anyone. What was it about this man that he could pull an admission like that from me? It had to be the vulnerable state I was in.

"I'm tired," I announced. Getting up, I went into the bathroom to complete my nightly routine. I was running away. From Suave. From Weaver. From my own feelings about everything that had happened over the last few hours. My head was foggy and aching after the crying jag, and sleep was exactly what I needed.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I studied my face. The girl in the mirror was older for sure. Was she wiser? That I didn't know. Considering what Suave had done, the fact that I didn't despise him indicated that it wasn't likely. Somehow he still had a hold on me. I needed to break it. I just wasn't sure how. Especially now that I was stuck with him for who knew how long?

If this was what it took to find Elena, then I'd deal. I'd do my best to stay away from Suave and once this was all over we could each return to our separate lives. It was what he wanted after all.

I didn't look at Weaver as I exited the bathroom. He was back tapping at his computer, and that was fine by me. Crawling into bed, I closed my eyes. Maybe I'd get lucky and my dreams would be about putting this nightmare to rest.

CHAPTER 19

Catalina

Sighing softly, I opened my eyes. It was still dark outside, but the glow of the computer lit the room up. I frowned and patted Weaver's shoulder. He was on his side, facing me. His face looked so innocent in sleep without that focused frown that was usually on his face. "Andrew."

"Hate that name," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Call me Drew. Or Weaver. Not Andrew," he huffed out as he released a huge sigh and rolled onto his back. He scrubbed his hands over his face. "Time is it?"

"I'm not sure."

"Why are you awake?" he asked, looking over at me, finally alert.

"The computer is on. The glow woke me up."

His head snapped to the side and he swore as he vaulted out of bed, grabbing his glasses. "No, no, no, dammit no," he breathed as he shoved the chair aside and bent at the waist as he began to furiously type away.

I watched him for a moment before I got out of bed and went to stand behind him. My gaze flicked over the screen. It was all gibberish to me, but it looked like Weaver was trying to fix something. "What's wrong?"

"Someone fucking hacked my system."

My eyebrows rose. According to the others, Weaver was some kind of computer genius. He could hack into anything. If someone managed to get around his defenses, that had to be bad. "Can you fix it?"

He didn't answer for several minutes. I watched his fingers fly across the keyboard and tried not to think about how sexy it was watching him do something so complicated with such ease. Finally, he sat back and blew out a breath. "Yeah. I'm going to have to reroute a few things and shut down the old system."

"How long will that take?" I asked as I leaned against the wall beside him. My arms crossed under my breasts and I took advantage of being able to study him without being caught. His hair stuck up all over the place from sleeping, but it was still sexy as hell. The light blue t-shirt he wore clung to his chest like it was painted on and his pajama pants hung low on his hips. It was hard not to let my eyes wander down further, but I managed to keep them above his waist.

He glanced up at me and I quickly looked away so he wouldn't know I'd been staring at him. He turned back to the computer screen. "A few hours probably."

"Is it bad?"

He frowned. "You caught it pretty early."

"Who would want to hack into your system?" I asked, a cold chill skating down my spine. I could think of one organization, and I really didn't want to imagine what would happen if they knew everything we were doing to catch them.

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