Page 100 of Samson

“That’s always been your issue.” He sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll make sure you get back to him in time.”

Delilah scanned the area as they walked out together. She spotted the two agents near the door looking inconspicuous.

Trevors didn’t say another word once she’d left the hotel. Whether it was because he was scrambling to get his team ready to follow her or he’d given up trying to control the operation, she had no idea. Probably both.

As they got into Marc’s car, she wasn’t afraid until they’d pulled away. Then her heart started to pound. She almost turned to look out the back window but caught herself in time.

“We’re right behind you.” Trevors’ voice settled her. “If there’s an opening to finish this, take it. But be careful.”

“You never told me what other projects you have going on,” she said to Marc. “You think it’s anything I’d be interested in?”

“No. Not this. It’s not for you, I’m afraid.”

“How can I know for sure unless you tell me what it is?”

“You’ll have to trust me on that, sweetheart.”

After a few minutes of silence, she said, “How much farther?”

“My, aren’t we eager?”

“You said fifteen minutes. It’s been fifteen minutes.”

“It’s just up here. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask when you have your next evening free.”

Her skin prickled. “Why?”

“We’ve been getting along pretty well these last couple of weeks.”

“I told you, today is all about business.”

“That’s why I want to know when you’re free.”

“You’re not still offended by that scar I gave you?”

“You’ve warmed up to me a lot since then.”

“Have I?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t start playing hard to get all of the sudden. You say I wasn’t your first choice, but I know begging when I hear it. You act all damsel in distress wanting me to come to your rescue, and now you’re going to pretend there’s nothing there?”

She had to be careful. If she pushed away too hard, there was no telling how he’d react.

“I’m not trying to pretend there’s nothing there. I’m just not ready for anything. A lot has happened this past year, and we barely know each other.”

“Does that mean you’d be interested in getting know me better?”

She smiled warmly enough to give him hope. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” He put a hand on her leg and squeezed lightly. “Okay. I can work with that. But don’t expect me to wait around forever.”

He stopped the car outside a large, fenced area. “You mind doing the honors?” He took a key out of the glove box. “Unlock the padlock, then close it again behind us?”

“Sure.”

After Marc drove through, she pulled the gate shut and set the lock so it looked closed, then she jogged to the car that was now parked next to a shipping container.

“What’s in there?” she asked as Marc shut his car door.

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