Page 28 of The Spy Who Ghosted Me

Keeping ahold of me, he looked around the dark room at his scattered belongings. “Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know. At the very least, a voyeur. At the very worst, a serial killer.”

His eyes widened. “How could you think that of me?”

“I don’t know. You have guns and creepy surveillance equipment, and I can’t take pictures of you.” It was then I noticed his clothes. “And you’re wearing nighttime camo. I don’t know what to think. Just let me go. My sister and her bridesmaids are waiting.”

Cash smirked. “They told me what you came in here for. I let them know I was happy to oblige, and they could leave, so they did.”

“Ugh.” I pulled away from him. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“Well, you thought I was a serial killer, and you just kissed me.”

“I didn’t kiss you—you kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.”

I totally had, and I hated myself for it. “Well ... I couldn’t help it,” I lamely defended myself. “It was just a survival instinct.” Yeah, that’s what it was.

Cash took my hand back and pulled me to him. “Should we test out those instincts again?”

Oh, yes. I mean ... “No. Absolutely not. Who are you, Cash?”

He ran a hand over his head, taking off his gray stocking cap. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

“Try me, or I will call the authorities.”

“Damn it, Sabrina. How did you find the hidden drawers?”

“Why do you have hidden drawers?” I countered.

He stood there staring blankly at me, not saying a word.

“Fine.” I picked my phone up off the floor. “I’m leaving, and I never want to see you again,” I choked out, feeling the pain of my words. Why did it hurt so badly to say them? Obviously, Cash wasn’t the man I thought I’d fallen in love with. Yet he still had a pull on me.

I made it to the stairs. This time, Cash made no attempt to stop me. My foot landed on the first step.

“Sabrina,” Cash’s voice halted me. “Please, don’t go.”

“Why should I stay?”

“Because your family is in danger, and I need your help.”

“What do you mean, my family is in danger?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Soren isn’t who he says he is. His real name is Izan Alfaro. He’s a diamond smuggler and a murderer, for all intents and purposes.”

I grabbed the stair rail and gasped. It was much worse than I’d imagined. I’d just figured Soren was a swindler. “How do you know this?”

Cash caught hold of me with his eyes. An intensity like I’d never seen before washed over him. “Sabrina, I’m a spy.”

Uh . . . say what?

Cash

I SAT THERE STARING AT Sabrina, begging her with my eyes to believe me and furious at myself for having to tell her my secret. How in the hell had she found those hidden drawers? But I couldn’t let her walk away, not like this. As mad as I was at myself, part of me wanted her to know the truth so she might understand why I left her.

Sabrina stood with her mouth open, spluttering until she burst out into laughter. “Spy? Right. And I’m the tooth fairy. Good night, Cash.”

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