Page 26 of Covert Mission

Given that I’m tall too, it’s nice to feel even the slightest bit small compared to someone.

He’s the perfect size.

I clench my eyes closed. This is bad.

Beast is not the perfect size. He’s perfectly annoying. Taking up all the air in the room.

I can feel his inhale.

His exhale makes my skin tingle.

Ignore!

I plump the pillow and crush any and all thoughts about his body.

Instead, I contemplate why his team is staying in these cute little cabinas.

Not that I’m judging. This cozy place sure is an upgrade from the tent where our team is going to be camping. Not only does FamFind skimp on security—skimp as in skip it altogether—they want the team to use the cheapest accommodations.

Hell, Beast will be sleeping in this nice bed, and I’ll probably be racked out in the cargo truck under a mosquito net. My lips pinch in a frown.

I lift my head and look in his direction. “Must be nice to be working in the private sector. Those companies make bank. Black ops contracts, rescues, personal security for the wealthy. All of that equals serious money.”

“How do you know about that?”

His question takes me off guard. I take a beat to think about my answer. “I’ve run into them before in my work.”

I leave some details out of that remark.

But I’ve met men like him. New boots, fresh new cargo pants, trim haircuts. Beast is pretty stereotypical and is representing the company he works for well. Except one could argue the man’s not doing his job. He’s here babysitting me because he’s worried about me having a heatstroke.

“Interesting,” he replies in a low tone.

My tummy flutters.

Hush.

No butterflies. The man doesn’t care. He just doesn’t want any troubles on his watch.

Yeah, that’s what it is.

“You’re just being nice because you want me out of your hair. Do you have some beef with FamFind?”

After taking a drink of water, his head swivels my way and his dark eyes skim down my body.

A shiver follows in the wake of his gaze.

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

He looks at me for a beat. Beast says a lot with his eyes and not so much with his infuriatingly sexy mouth.

He takes another drink of water and I’m not sure if he’s going to answer me. But after a long beat of me staring at him, he speaks.

“Never heard of FamFind.”

This could be true. But the company is sizable and has been in business for two decades. Most people recognize the name. Even if it’s a vague memory of hearing about it on the news.

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