Page 50 of The Spy Who Ghosted Me

That was sweet but ... “What does that mean?”

“We don’t have time to talk about this right now.” Cash picked up the pace.

I think what he meant to say was, he didn’t know. Or I was just being delusional and I needed to keep my head on straight. Cash was a spy and lived a dangerous life, not the kind where you get married and have kids.

With that in mind, I tried to refocus, but it was hard because, once upon a time, I’d seen that life with Cash. But my sister’s life was more important right now. The thought of her leaving the country with Soren made me want to vomit. If Mia and I didn’t have major client events coming up, I’d be begging Cash to take me to Bali with him. SPI probably wouldn’t allow that to happen. They were never supposed to know I was aware of their existence. And going to Bali with Cash was a terrible idea. Sexy spy on the beach would have me hooked on him for life. Not that I wasn’t already going to be.

It didn’t take us long to reach the house. We jogged up the cobblestone path and steps to the expansive wraparound porch. I wished we had time to take advantage of the porch swings. A picture of Cash and me under a quilt, snuggled up together and looking out over the choppy lake while sipping cocoa, came to mind. It was perfect, and I ached for it. Ugh. Out of all the men in the world, why did I have to fall for a spy?

Before I punched in the code to the door, Cash pulled out some high-tech instrument with a small screen.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“This device detects RF waves and heat signatures.”

“All from here?” I asked, like I knew what RF waves were. I would google it when I got the chance to. Well, maybe. I would probably be paranoid for the rest of my life about people spying on my devices. Maybe all those conspiracy theories about the NSA were true. Yikes.

Cash smiled and nodded like he was so cool. News flash: he was.

“Do you detect anything?” I tried to decipher all the lines and data on the screen, but it was no use.

“Nothing other than your parents’ Wi-Fi,” he grumbled. “Where the hell is Izan?”

I shrugged. His guess was as good as mine. “This is good, though, right? We can search his room.”

“You mean I can search his room?” Cash corrected.

I rolled my eyes. “You know, generally women are much better at finding things than men.”

“Generally speaking, I would agree with you, but not in this case,” he said way too cockily.

“Fine, near genius.” I punched in the code to the door. “But let the record show I figured you out and your false drawers.”

Cash chuckled and kissed my head. “Yes, but can you break into a biometric safe?”

“I don’t know—I’ve never tried.” I nudged him with my hip, knowing I darn well couldn’t. How he could, I didn’t know. I thought biometric meant like a fingerprint, eye scan, or voice recognition. How did you get past that? I wanted to ask, but I was sure Cash wouldn’t tell me.

“I guess I’ll act as lookout,” I offered as I stepped into my childhood home.

Cash groaned. “I don’t like that idea. If it were up to me, I’d send you far away from here until it was safe.”

“Where would you send me?” I was curious. “Assuming I would let you.” I smirked.

Cash shut the door behind us before grabbing my sweater and pulling me to him. He gave me that look that enveloped all my senses and even made my toes tingle. What kind of magic was that?

Cash leaned in, his warm, minty breath paralyzing me and making me want to lose all self-respect and kiss him first.

“I would send you to a convent of nuns in the Swiss Alps,” he whispered against my lips.

“A convent?” I giggled.

“It’s safe and there are no men.”

“Oh. Are you saying you would be jealous if I met someone in this safe location?”

“Sabrina, I’ve been jealous for over three years, knowing it was bound to happen.”

I stilled, my heart beating wildly out of control. I told myself not to fall for his beautiful line, but who was I kidding? Cash had figuratively and literally knocked me over when we first met, and I’d never fully gotten back up. So when his lips landed on mine, I didn’t protest. No, I let them move over mine ever so carefully, my lips parting, inviting him to do a thorough job of decimating my heart for life.

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