Page 33 of A Moment Never Forgotten
“I don’t mumble,” she insisted.
He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “Okay, you were talking quietly to yourself, then.”
“I’m sure I was. It’s a bad habit of mine but I find if I talk things out, I can organize the situation better.” She slid into her coat, using the time to get a grip on her emotions. When it came to her son, worst scenarios always worked their way through first. “Thank you for offering,” she tried again.
“No matter what, I’m following you to your home. If you insist on driving yourself, then we’ll be our own miniature convoy all the way to Virginia Beach.” He certainly was adamant.
“Fine. I couldn’t stop you if you wanted to follow me and I don’t have time to lose you like a tail.” She picked up her purse. “Let’s go.”
When she pulled out of the parking lot, he was right behind her. Two lights later, she could have lost him by gunning through on the yellow, but knowing him, he might’ve followed her even though it was red.
The closer she got to her townhouse, she began to wonder if he’d come in. She didn’t want him sitting in the parking lot so she’d invite him in. She mentally scanned her home, wondering what he would think of it. Bras hanging in her laundry room flashed into her mind. She scoffed at herself. He would have no reason to look in the laundry room and big deal if he saw her bras hanging there. She was certain he’d seen bras before. He’d removed enough of them according to his file.
The thought of him removing her bra then cupping her bare breasts, gently massaging them before rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger filled her mind like an X-rated movie. She could practically feel him kissing her neck, sucking on her breasts before he opened-mouth kissed his way down, spreading her legs apart with his palms before he parted her wet folds with his thumbs and lick—
The ring tone on her phone told her it was Mak. Before she could even say hello, he asked, “Are you on your way yet?”
“No. I just got home.” She pulled into her parking space and was out the door, speed walking toward her home. “Now, are you sure you only need me over the weekend? Do I need to bring enough clothes to stay for a week?” She unlocked the front door and stepped inside, quickly punching in the security code.
Someone stepped up behind her.
She reached for her gun, phone still to her ear.
A large hand covered hers before she was able to extract her gun from her holster.
“It’s just me, Wonder Woman.” His front was pressed against her back, his hand over hers under her jacket. The warmth of his fingers spread quickly through her silk blouse, warming the small of her back. The moist heat from his breath brushed her ear.
“You scared the shit out of me.” She released the grip on her pistol, and he wove his fingers between hers and held her hand as she brought it back up to the keypad.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Mak said in her other ear. “But the situation is too complicated to explain on the phone. How soon do you think you’ll be here?”
Micah lifted the phone from her hand and dropped it into his side. “Go change and pack a bag. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
When she reached for the phone, he lifted it away and pointed down the hall. “The clock is ticking and Mak needs you. I’ll deal with him.”
Dazed, she wandered down the hall.
“Mak, this is Captain Micah Reid. Your mother is packing a bag and we’ll be there in just over three hours,” she heard Micah say just before she turned into her bedroom.
Throwing off clothes, she headed toward the closet to grab a suitcase. Not knowing what she needed, she threw in everything from dress slacks and nice blouses to jeans and turtlenecks, running shoes to high heels. From under the bathroom sink, she grabbed her makeup bag and stuffed anything in that she might possibly ever need.
“Berit,” Micah called from the door.
She pulled her suitcase out of the walk-in closet and headed to her dresser for her undergarments.
“Are you almo—” He stopped mid-word.
“Yes. I just have a few more things to throw in.” She didn’t even bother to look at him as she started opening drawers.
“You’re…stunning.” He growled.
“No, I’m not.” She grabbed two of her favorite soft nightshirts and tossed them into the open suitcase on the floor. She didn’t do more than glance at the silky negligées. She was headed to her son’s house, not a weekend away with a man.
“You need to get your eyes examined. I’m—” She glanced down at her body.
She was nearly naked in only a bra and panties.
And damn it all, they didn’t even match.
