Page 43 of Undercover Savior

He groaned and looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve really got to go.”

“As you said, we’ll talk when you return.”

“There’s just one thing.”

My gaze met his.

“I want to kiss you.”

I’d expected a quick and chaste buss, but when his tongue pressed against my lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened to him.

He pulled away when his phone vibrated several times.

“You have to go,” I said before he could.

“Actually, the message is for you. Apparently, Con had the pilot stop on the Isle of Arran on his way here to get me.”

My eyes opened wide. “Ms. Wallace is already here?” I smoothed my hair and glanced down at what I was wearing, relieved when I remembered the clothes Mrs. Drummond—or whoever—had arranged for me were far nicer than anything I owned.

David took my hand. “Come, walk with me. Wait, you’re shaking,” he said, looking down at our fingers, woven with each other’s.

“I’ve not met her.”

“Should I tell you she already thinks you’re brilliant?”

I rolled my eyes and gently pulled my hand from his.

“Right. Meeting the boss. Should be professional,” he muttered.

I stopped walking and put my hand on his arm. “I hope it goes well with Periscope.”

“I’ll admit this is not a meeting I’m anxious to attend. However, if it gets us some answers, it will be worth it.” He sighed and put his hand on top of mine. “Answers for you, Sullivan.”

David and I kissed once more before we rounded the corner where Con was waiting with Ms. Wallace, Tag, and Gus. I was stunned by how young she looked. I’d seen a photo, but in it, she appeared a decade older than she did in person.

“Fallon, this is Ash,” said Con when David stepped forward.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Forgive my abrupt departure, but my ride awaits.”

The woman smiled. “I’m aware I delayed your travels. Apologies,” she said before turning to me. “You must be Sullivan.”

“I am. It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Wallace.” From the corner of my eye, I saw David walk out to the waiting helicopter.

She extended her hand, and we shook. “Please call me Fallon.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled. “Fallon.”

My cheeks flushed, and I grinned.

“Is there somewhere private we can chat?” she asked.

I looked at Tag. “Wherever you’d like,” he offered.

“The library is my favorite room in Glenshadow.”

“I already know it will be mine as well. I’m also most at home in a room full of books.”

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