Page 57 of Undercover Savior

“Based on travel time, my guess is we’re on our way to London. From there, I’ve no idea.”

She’d just popped a piece of cheese in her mouth, so she nodded in response.

“I’m a bit surprised you haven’t asked.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I’m learning.”

I rested my head against the seat and gazed at her. “I like your inquisitive nature. I always have.”

“Coming as close as I did to dying has tempered my curiosity.”

“Don’t let Weber win.”

Her eyes opened wider. “You’re right.”

Like she had in the SUV, Sullivan fell asleep almost immediately. Having her head on my shoulder felt like the most natural thing in the world. Any discomfort I felt when with her was my own forced doing. And why? Hadn’t I already stopped myself too many times from allowing people to get close to me? If it weren’t for Gus, Con, and Tag, I’d have no friendships or relationships outside of work. And while I did work with them, that we’d known each other since childhood made it different.

I silently vowed not to allow myself to push Sullivan away nor would I allow her to do the same to me. At the very least, I wanted us to be friends. Ideally, far more.

When my phone vibrated, I pulled it from my pocket as gingerly as I could so as not to disturb her. The message I received was from Typhon, saying we’d be transported to his flat once our flight landed and that standard entry procedures used for SIS had been activated. Given his place served as one of the Unit 23 command centers, it probably had security systems in place that rivaled Vauxhall Cross—or better. As far as somewhere I felt confident Sullivan would be safe, I couldn’t have come up with a better idea.

Much appreciated,I responded.

In town. Will arrange to meet.

Copy that,I responded, not that I was anxious to do so. In fact, given the close proximity to the holidays, I was hoping Sullivan and I could spend it quietly, just the two of us.

Something told me the weeks that followed would be anything but tranquil.

“Hello,” I said when I realized Sullivan’s eyes were open and she was staring up at me.

“I fell asleep.”

I leaned down and kissed her temple. “You did.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Good or bad thoughts?”

“Always good.”

She raised a brow as though she didn’t buy it.

“It’s the truth.”

“Why?”

If her expression wasn’t so serious, I may have chuckled. Instead, I touched the tip of her nose with my index finger. “Is it so hard to believe I like everything about you?”

“No one else does,” she said under her breath. “In fact?—”

I silenced her with a kiss, and when she tried to pull away, I cupped her cheek. “Perhaps I’m the only one who truly knows you.”

“While that’s very sweet. I would include my parents in my blanket statement.”

“How much of the real you do you let them see?”

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