Page 77 of Cause of Action

Walking back into the house, I grabbed my laptop and took it to the table. After pouring a glass of wine, I brought up Agent Colin Weathers and stared at his picture—his smug look making me sick to my stomach.

Taking the new phone from the box I purchased, I encrypted it so it couldn’t be traced.

“Let’s see who contacts you and vice versa,” I told myself as I hacked into Colin’s phone and rerouted all his information to the new phone.

“What are you doing?” Roman asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Rerouting Agent Weather’s phone to this new one.” I smiled.

“Excuse me?” His brow arched.

“Every call, text message, and email he receives will go to his phone and this one.” I held the phone up.

“Morgan, I really?—”

“Stop right there, Roman. Just stop and don’t say another word. You cannot and will not tell me what I can and can’t do. This is my investigation, and I’m doing it my way.”

“Then let me help you.”

“How?”

“I’ll give Simon a call. He has a good friend named Roman, who is in the FBI. Maybe he can help.”

“No. Nobody can know about this.”

“Morgan, Simon is one of the best. You can trust him. I promise you. That is one thing you can count on from me. I never break a promise.”

I stared at him as he leaned against the island, his arms folded and his legs crossed, looking as sexy as he always did.

“You know I have trust issues, Roman.”

“I know you do, but not with me. You know me well enough by now to know you can trust me. In fact, I’m a little pissed off at you right now.”

“Why?” I frowned.

“Because you’re sitting there acting like you can’t trust me. I have never given you a reason not to, and it pisses me off that you won’t let your guard down when it comes to me.” He shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.

What the hell just happened? I got up from my chair and followed him into his office.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” I said.

“There’s nothing left to discuss.” He sat behind his desk. “You can’t, don’t, and won’t trust me. Not everyone in thisworld is untrustable. Some of us are decent human beings who actually care about another person and what they’re going through.”

“You care about me?” I asked.

He momentarily stared at me from behind his desk, leaned back in his chair, and placed his hands behind his head.

“Yes, Morgan. I do care about you,” his voice was grave. “Does it bother you that I care?”

“Maybe.” I crossed my arms.

“Then too bad for you because I do, and nothing you say or do will change that. So, get used to it.”

My heart beats loudly in my ears, realizing the weight of his words in my soul. All the work I’d done over the years keeping my emotions in check had gone out the window in a flash.

After walking over to him, I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, staring into his beautiful eyes—the same eyes that made me smile every time he looked at me.

“Call Simon and see when he can meet with us.”

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