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Tilting my head to stare at him some more, I frowned. “That doesn’t explain nearly as much as you think it does.”

He laughed. “I’m kind of like a general dogsbody. I assist a lot of people because I’m still so new to the agency, and by the time George was ready to give me a code name, I’d started getting a reputation as someone who could fill in whenever we were short somewhere, regardless of what they normally did. George played on that and named me Honeycomb.” He shrugged. “Most of our operative code names are in-jokes of some sort or another. You’ll understand it more when you’re brought in properly.” His face fell as the seriousness of what was happening came over him again. “I’m scared for you,mo lus na gréine. This is dangerous work, and George is throwing you in the deep end with nothing more than a few encouraging words.”

Leaning over the armrest, I leaned my forehead against his and let us breathe each other’s air for a moment. Hooking my palm around his nape, I brought our lips together and tentatively teased my tongue against his before pulling back, Callum following me eagerly as I withdrew. “I’ll be okay.”

He closed his eyes tight as though he was in pain. “How can you be so sure?”

I pressed my lips to his again before I nibbled my way up his jawline to reach his ear. “Because I believe in what you saw for our future, Callum.No static, full color, high-definition, IMAX quality.That’s what you said, right?”

His eyes popped open in surprise before he turned his head enough to look me in the eye. “You remembered what I said? Aw,mo lus na gréine.Now you’re just playing dirty.”

I grinned at him with as much affection as I had for him. “You said we’re going to get married one day. If you can’t trust me enough to get through tomorrow, trust in your vision.”

As the end credit music swelled to his crescendo, I leaned in and firmly kissed him, relishing in the way he eagerly responded to my every movement.

We’d be fine.

Chapter Eighteen

Joey

Wewerenotfine.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Callum’s car, my hands gripping the upholstery so tight my knuckles were arguing with me, I hissed as he took another turn far too quickly. We’d barely made it two streets from the cinema when Callum looked in the rearview mirror and cursed under his breath. He planted his foot to the floor, increasing his speed to an obnoxious degree and forcing us back into our seats from the pressure.

“We’re being followed,” Callum muttered darkly before another stream of curses left his lips when a motorist laid on their horn at the reckless way he was driving.

“Yeah, I kinda picked up on that.” At this rate, I was going to be dead by the time the sun appeared again, but at least I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing that asshole again.

“Mo lus na gréine,can you do me a favor and attach my phone to the dash holder, please?” Callum asked calmly, even as he narrowed his eyes at a light that had the audacity to turn yellowupon approach. He sped up and made it through the other side just as it turned red.

“Yup. Grabbing it. Please don’t kill us.”

He growled as he checked his mirrors and frowned at what he saw. “I’m not the one you need to be worried about.”

Right. That would be the fuckwit who was following us.

Three guesses as to who that couldpossiblybe.

Bouncing in my seat as we went over a speed hump a bit too quickly, I somehow managed to click his phone into place before my shoulder thumped against the window as we took another corner too fast, my death-grip on the seat firmly back in place.

This surely wasn’t doing his suspension any good.

Callum swiped at his phone, and within seconds, the sound of ringing filled the car. It rang twice before a youngish male voice answered.

“Hey, Callum. What’s up?”

Callum breathed out a quick sigh of relief, his shoulders releasing some of their tension. “Hey, Kiddo. Sorry to be calling you so late, but can you please check to see if Marcy is still around? I need to ask her something.” His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly before he turned another corner, tires squealing.

I closed my eyes to center myself before quickly realizing that was the worst idea in the known universe when I became dizzy. I swallowed hard when nausea quickly overtook the dizziness and opened my eyes. Seeing where I was going to die was much better, thank you very much.

“Yeah, no problem.” The sound of a door opening and closing, then heavy footsteps echoed through the speakers. “I think she should be. She hasn’t popped her head in to say goodnight yet.”

Another door opened before a muffled, “Marcy? You still here?” A female voice said something in response, and then, “Callum’s on the phone asking for you.”

“Thanks, Kiddo,” Callum said, relaxing even more. “Can you put me on speaker with her and hang around? I’ll need your help, too.”

“Yeah, sure. Hold on.”

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