Page 18 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
It’s the kind of place where people aren’t meant to stay long. It only causes more questions about Holden’s life to form.
I want to know what makes him tick and that scares me.
I’ve never wanted to know anyone the way I want to know him.
When we came to the house yesterday, Holden took a lot of back roads, avoiding any place where I might have seen a street name.
I should be scared, but even after seeing the way he fought those two people, I still feel safe with him.
As I walk into the living room, the front door opens. Holden walks in with a tray of coffee and a greasy paper bag in his hand.
“Hey, sorry. I thought that I would be back before you woke up. I just ran into town and grabbed the greasiest breakfast sandwiches I could find. I hope you like bacon and sausage.”
I smile as I sit on the couch, but I can’t shake the overwhelming feeling I have. This morning, we have to talk about everything that is going on and where our relationship is going to go.
“Thank you,” I say as I pull my knees to my chest. “I’m starving and I don’t know how I would survive without coffee in the morning.”
He laughs and puts the food and drinks on the coffee table. “Alright, well, breakfast is served. I think we should start talking about everything now if you don’t mind. It’s a lot and I would rather get it out than delay talking about it any longer.”
I nod and reach for the coffee, taking a long sip. “Alright. Why don’t you tell me exactly what your job is so I can understand what’s going on?”
Holden reaches into the bag and pulls out his breakfast sandwich before sitting down on the other couch. “Well, I work as a spy. Which you’re not allowed to tell anyone, and technically I shouldn’t even be telling you.”
My eyes widen and I try to process that piece of information. While I know that being a spy is a real job, this seems a little too far-fetched.
At least it does until I start thinking about all the vague conversations we’ve had and the way he avoids talking about anything personal.
The missing pieces of the puzzle start to click into place.
“You’re telling the truth,” I say as I take a deep breath. “You have to understand that this is a little bit much to wrap my head around. I mean, you just admitted to doing some secret job that nobody is supposed to know anything about.”
“What happens at the safe house, stays at the safe house,” he says, giving me that wolfish grin.
My heart flutters as I shake my head and pull my own sandwich out of the bag. I nearly moan as the flavor of sausage and cheese hits my tongue.
“This is the best breakfast sandwich I’ve ever had. You’re going to have to tell me where you got it from later so I can get more.”
He laughs and takes another bite of his food. “That can be arranged. Why aren’t you freaking out about this, though?”
“I am freaking out about this. A lot. It’s like something in one of my novels that’s come to life. I’m pretty sure that I should tell you to f* off and leave, but there’s something about you that also makes me want to stay. I don’t know what to do with that information, so here I am until I figure it out.”
Holden looks at me like he can’t quite figure me out.
To be honest, I don’t know if I can figure myself out right now either. The woman sitting here, taking all of this shit in stride, isn’t me. I’m the kind of person who would be freaking out and losing my mind over the rapid way my life is changing.
Something about him just makes me feel safe.
At least it does until I hear the gunfire.
“Fuck!” Holden tosses his sandwich and coffee to the side, jumping across the table toward me.
I yelp as he tackles me to the cushions. He clamps a hand over my mouth as the door is kicked violently. The people outside are trying to break in. Bullets bounce off the windows, and I know it’s only a matter of time before those people outside come rushing in.
My heart is racing as I look up at him. Holden shakes his head when I open my mouth. He presses his hand down harder and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“I’m going to get off you, but when I do, I want you to run into the basement. There is a tunnel that leads to another way out. We’re going to go through it and into the garage, where an armored SUV is waiting.”
“What the hell is happening?” I ask, whispering as he pulls his hand away.
