Page 63 of An Epic Voyage
Griffin shook his head.“Oh.Right.”
He grabbed his bag, disappeared inside, and closed the door, willing his body to behave.As much as he craved a hot shower to ease his aching muscles from the impromptu wrestling match, he’d have to settle for a cold one so he could face Indigo without looking like a sex-craved pervert.
While he forced his mind to concentrate on anything else, he showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth.He preferred no nightwear, but in deference to Indigo, he dug out a T-shirt and a pair of cut-off sweats.
When he stepped out, Indigo was in bed, watching the smaller television mounted on the wall by the bed.He dropped his bag beside the dresser and climbed under the covers.Despite the tiredness that pressed down on him, he was pretty sure he’d never be able to sleep with Indigo an arm’s length away.
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It should be illegalfor someone to smell so good,Indigo thought as Griffin climbed in beside her.She wanted to roll over and glue her lips to his.That brief peck earlier had only whetted her appetite.She’d been attracted to him when she thought he was one of Van Houten’s henchmen.Now that she knew he was a special agent, a good guy, it made her want him more than ever.
Still, she had a job to do and didn’t need distractions, even one as sexy as Griffin Decker.She needed to get her mind off sex.
“Here, put this on your eye.”
She handed Griffin the bag of ice she’d prepared for him.It was only fair since she was responsible for the injury.
He grunted and placed it on his face.“Thanks.”
“How long have you been undercover with Van Houten?”she asked.
“Four months.I had to work my way into his good graces, but I couldn’t crack his inner circle.Those men have been with him for years.They know all his secrets.”
Indy rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand.“Has it been hard working for him?”
He huffed.“You have no idea.He’s a raging narcissist who thinks he’s smarter than everyone.He’s one of the richest people on the planet, and he’s self-made, so maybe he is.”
“Well, he has no soul.Having that much money and using it to buy cars and houses and yachts instead of helping people should be a crime.Not to mention he’s a traitor to his country.”
“He is that.It will give me great satisfaction to slap cuffs on him.”
“Not if I get to him first.”
Griffin chuckled.
“Believe it or not, the hurricane was a blessing in disguise, assuming we live through it.”
“We should be completely safe here.As I’ve said before, Van Houten spares no expense.I’d planned on searching down here too, but I wasn’t sure how to do it without you knowing what was going on.The FBI failed to supply me with poison ChapStick to render you unconscious.”
She rolled her eyes.“It was lip gloss, and it wasn’t poison.Simply a knockout drug.”One that didn’t work on him like it was supposed to, probably because of his size.She should’ve factored that into her calculations.Or kissed him longer.Maybe she should kiss him again.
That thought caused a tingle in her girly parts.
He removed the ice and lifted his head to look at her.“I just thought of something.Van Houten’s food poisoning ...”
“Guilty.”
He smiled, the dimples bracketing his mouth.She sighed.
“You are something, Indigo Adair.How did you do it?”
“When he came inside my room, he helped himself to a glass of scotch.I refilled it for him and added a fast-acting drug.”
“What would you have done if you hadn’t had that concoction with you?”
“I’ve been trained to roll with the punches.I might’ve had to pretend to be flattered by his advances.”
“Even if he tried to sleep with you?”His tone was incredulous.
