Page 66 of Resurrection

“We can talk about it later.” I gather my purse and check my phone. “I don’t want them coming to the room, so I need to go.”

“You’re eating at the hotel restaurant, right? You’re not leaving the hotel.”

I sigh. “Yes. If I said no, what would you do?”

“Get dressed and tail you.”

“I’ll make sure we stay here.”

“Jay will text me if you don’t.”

I roll my eyes. “And why would he do that?”

“Because after yesterday, he knows better than to leave me out of the loop.” Finn’s gaze pins me in place. “Valeriya is dead. Charles and Eric are organizing something behind your back. We were shot at a couple days ago. The CIA is on your ass. Somehow, you’re mixed in with the PLA. If you give me a couple minutes, I can probably come up with ten other reasons you need to be fucking careful.”

At the edge of the bed, I run my hand along his face. “I’ll be careful. I promise.” He circles my neck and pulls me into a kiss.His other arm swoops around my waist, and I can guess what he’s going to do. If he gets me in the bed, I’ll never leave.

Stepping back, I give him another quick kiss, moving out of the way before he can deepen it. The weight of his words tries to rest on my shoulders. But when I open the door, I’m so happy and light they can’t settle. “I won’t leave the hotel.” When I close the door, I glimpse his face. He’s frowning into his coffee. Something is still bothering him, but I haven’t had the guts to ask. I have him. He loves me. I’m not rocking the boat. This is what happy feels like—been too long.

Jay meets me in the hall. “Your guest doing okay?” he asks as we walk.

“Same old.” I give him a sideways glance. “I hear you’re tattling on me now.”

“You didn’t see him yesterday when he found out you’d been taken, and I knew dick all. He was a man possessed. I honestly thought he would kill me before we got the CIA lead.”

“That made him feel better?” I raise my eyebrows.

“The chances of the CIA killing you weren’t high. Imprisoning you, maybe.” He rubs his temple. “He spent a hundred grand trying to track you yesterday.”

“He told me.”

“You two sharing secrets?” He opens the door to the main lobby.

“Something like that.”

“When we’re done talking to Charles and Eric, we’ll need to regroup.”

I spot them across the lobby. “Finn overheard some things in the room.”

“I wondered.” Jay tips his head at my dad and Eric in acknowledgement while he scans the lobby. “I got more info late last night too.”

“Anything I need to know right now?”

He doesn’t have time to answer because Eric comes striding over, annoyance vibrating off him.

“There’s a thirty-minute wait for a table here.” He glances at his watch. “Your father and I fly out in a few hours. We don’t have time for a lineup.” When he looks up, his eyes narrow. “You look tired.”

I shrug. “Hours of interrogation will do that.” The hours of orgasms didn’t help with the tiredness. Intergalactic travel is so fucking amazing I’d never complain. A wisp of a smile rises at the memory.

Eric’s eyes are slits, and he opens his mouth to speak when Jay says, “Place across the street seems decent.”

“Done,” I say. “We’ll slip over there, have a quick chat over a coffee, and come back here.”

Jay raises his eyebrows as he gets his phone out of his pocket. I cover his hands as he types something.

He scowls at me. “You weren’t there. My head and my shoulders enjoy being attached to each other. Nobody likes a headless Jay.”

Eric’s gaze shifts between the two of us, and I drop it. Stopping him isn’t worth alerting Eric or my father to who’s upstairs and why my body is so deliciously sore.

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