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His lips widened as he stayed close and just held me. “So you’re saying I’m a slut.”
I unzipped his pants and pressed against his pole. “There you go again. Speaking of, how many girlfriends have you had before me?”
He wiggled, and his pants fell off his body in one easy move. “I’ve not been serious about many.”
I stilled, and my heart raced. I needed to know this answer. “Avoiding the question. How many women have you had?”
He reached for my waist and said, “That’s a different question.”
He nibbled on my ear, and a blaze grew inside me, but I said, “I want answers to both.”
He stopped, and his brown eyes were practically black. “I’ve had maybe two serious girlfriends.”
I rose up on my tiptoes and pressed against him. “And?”
His cheeks almost turned a dark red. “I never counted how many women drifted into my life.”
I couldn’t decide what I wanted to know at that moment. I let it go and said, “That’s evasive, but okay.”
He took my hands to lead me to the other bedroom. “No one charmed me like you.”
We closed the door, and I relaxed when he tossed his shirt on the floor. My mouth watered just from staring at him. “Well, that’s better, but I’ve never been charming.”
He winked at me then reached for my shirt. “You’re sweet, tempting, kind, loving, and all mine, Mary Steel. For as long as you’ll have me.”
I wanted to believe him. I closed my eyes and whispered, “You’re one of a kind yourself, Dwayne.”
Then he kissed me. I forgot all my doubts and fears and kissed him back.
Chapter Eleven
Dwayne
The morning went by too quickly. We woke up, ate breakfast, showered, played with Bruce, and nine o’clock came too soon.
An hour later, I met with Wanda, and my mission was completed for the moment. Lawyers would handle the rest. Charlie and Mark would go through the data of her company, and we would get those who were selling illegal weapons.
Part of me hoped the domesticated bliss of the morning would continue. I read my emails—no will was there yet, but it was still early. I finished adding diapers to the bag and asked, “Mary, are you ready?”
“Yes.” She carried Bruce toward the door, and I followed with the bag. We tugged on our shoes, and she asked, “Will you be done by four?”
“Yes, and then you and I can have a nice quiet evening.”
She kissed my cheek and locked the door while I played peekaboo with her son. We laughed as we went down the stairs and stepped into the morning sun in the parking lot.
All was fine until we reached her car. A memory flashed in my eyes of a car bombing and how Ernie, a guy in my first unit, had died in a flash.
In the air, at that moment, there was the same smell. I pressed my hand on her waist. “Wait. Stop.”
She narrowed her eyes and rocked Bruce. “What’s going on?”
The smell of sulfur went higher up my nose. It was slight, but it was there. I swallowed then said, “Get back with Bruce.”
She tilted her head but didn’t move away. “We’re running late.”
I turned toward her and held both her arms. Hopefully, I was wrong, but my gut was fully aware. I pressed my forehead to hers and said, “Trust me. Give me your key and use my phone to take video of me.”
She let out a sigh but did as I asked and held up my phone as requested. I pointed for her to step back to the building. She marched. I stepped back a few feet and asked, “Am I in the frame with the car?”
