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I can’t.
We can’t.
It’s nice to know she isn’t completely unaffected.
She slips into my shirt, and I love how she looks wearing my clothes. The white cotton falls to mid-thigh on her, and with her tousled hair and bare legs, she looks like she belongs in my bed.
I keep that thought to myself.
She steps into her heels, and I can’t help but appreciate how great her legs look.
When she’s ready to go, I move toward her, intending to kiss her goodbye, but she steps back and shakes her head.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispers. “That’s not a good idea, Fury. We need to go back to being professional.”
“Of course. It seemed like the right thing to do…but, again, you’re right.”
She extends her hand for a shake. “Partners?” she asks.
I take her hand, noting how small it feels in mine. “Partners. And we trust each other from here on out.”
“Agreed.”
She heads for the door, and I watch her go, admiring the way my shirt barely covers her ass, the way her heels make her legs look endless.
The door closes behind her, and I’m alone.
I should feel relaxed and sated now. Mission accomplished, itch scratched, ready to move forward professionally.
Instead, I feel… I’m not sure how I feel.
Restless. Empty. Like something’s missing.
I shake my head and walk to the bathroom so that I can take a shower. This was exactly what we both needed, nothing more. Tomorrow we’ll focus on the real threat: the nuclear weapons and whatever the hell the Mainland government is really planning.
My stomach clenches just thinking about it.
24
Shadow
Secretary Harrison is immediately whisked away by the relief security team the moment we clear the gate. They surround him, and within seconds, he’s gone, leaving the rest of us to make our own way through the terminal.
This team has a few days to ourselves. I’m not looking forward to going back to Draig. Not right now. Not when I’m needed here, but what can I do?
I adjust my leather portfolio strap on my shoulder, looking around the busy airport building.
“Well, that was fun,” Jake says. “Chicago was a good time, but I’m ready to sleep in my own bed.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Thompson replies. “I had to leave the club prematurely on account of our early start this morning, but I may as well have stayed longer.”
I keep walking ahead of the group, pulling out my phone to check messages as we head toward the security checkpoint for the main terminal. My cheeks still feel warm thinking about last night – about Fury’s hands on my body, the way he made me come apart twice.
No!
We’re keeping things strictly professional from here on out. Partners. Nothing more.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I almost miss Thompson’s next comment.
