Page 65 of The Spy Who Ghosted Me

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve never failed.”

Oh. Well, that answered my next question. “Never?”

“Never.”

“What if you need a sick day?” I asked, quite concerned.

“I don’t get sick days,” he laughed. “I once took down an assassin when I had the flu with a one-hundred-and-four-degree temperature.”

Why did that break my heart so much? I wanted to make him some homemade soup to make up for it. “That sounds awful.”

“Nature of the business,” he said, like it was no big deal.

“Um ... so when you say you take someone down, do you mean kill them?” I winced, knowing how cringey the question was.

Cash paused for a moment. “Sometimes, yes,” he uneasily admitted.

“Oh.” I mean, it wasn’t like this surprised me, but to have confirmation was definitely a shock to the system. My would-be boyfriend was a professional killer, of sorts. Probably shouldn’t spread that around.

“Does that bother you?”

“Does it bother you?” I asked instead of answering, needing to understand how he felt about it.

“Of course. Even when it’s necessary and it saves lives, it eats at my conscience.”

“I’m sorry, Cash. It was callous of me to ask.”

“Sabrina, you have every right to know. I’m not rainbows and sunshine.”

“I don’t know—you’ve made me feel plenty warm.”

“Is that so?” he groaned into my ear.

“Uh-huh,” I stammered, going weak in the knees. “I suppose there is a rule against making out on stakeouts?”

“It tends to be distracting.” He nuzzled my ear.

I turned my head and leaned away from him, put out by his response. “Do you make out on stakeouts a lot?” A girl needed to know these things.

He flashed his dazzling smile at me, amused. “No.”

“Have you ever?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything.”

“Um ...” I wanted to kiss him so badly but felt guilty about shirking our duty. “What about my sister and Soren?”

“Agents Todd and Randall will keep me apprised if they make a move.”

This was an excellent point. And it didn’t mean I was a terrible sister if I wanted to kiss the man I loved before he disappeared, right?

Before I could answer myself, Cash pocketed his goggles and drew me in with his eyes. And with a swift move of his hand, he grabbed hold of the hair spilling out of the beanie, bending my head back and allowing him to incline my face just right until his lips landed on mine, controlling them with fervor. The sheer intensity of it made me hold on to his jacket for dear life as he unleashed all the feel-good chemicals. His kiss touched every nerve in my body, and I couldn’t get enough, while his free hand pressed on the small of my back, drawing me flush against him and allowing him to deepen the kiss. I wanted to memorize everything about this moment, from the way he tasted like the mint brownies I’d swiped from the restaurant’s kitchen, to how I trembled with dizzying bliss.

Please let me keep him.

Cash abruptly ended what I could only describe as heaven on earth, like he knew what I was thinking and it scared him. He gazed at me, bewildered.

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