Page 88 of While You Were Spying
“Hey, once you two have finished kissing, would you care to release me?” Landon’s tone isn’t impatience. It sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.
I’d been so focused on Isabelle, I hadn’t noticed him. Even though my mouth and body are happy kissing her, I turn to see what he’s talking about.
A half smile plays on the corner of my mouth. “I didn’t realize you were so big intoFifty Shades of Grey.”
“Yeah, yeah, very funny. Now that you’ve had your fun, would you get me down from here?”
Blake and Virginia are busy with the two men and aren’t paying attention to us. Isabelle helps Landon down.
I hand her the box. “Here, this is yours.”
“What is it?”
“The chocolate cake you ordered for dessert.”
She squeals in gratitude, which makes the ache in my arm worth it. “I can’t believe you brought it with you.”
Landon chuckles. “Shit, you do have it bad for her if you made sure you didn’t forget it. But the way, what are the Feds doing here?”
“Helping me save both your asses.”
“Are they really FBI?” Isabelle asks, eyes wide.
“Well, I didn’t actually do a background check on them with the agency. Once I discovered you were missing, Blake revealed their real identities. They already knew ours; they just didn’t know what we were doing at the resort.”
“So they’re not married?”
I shrug. “I guess they’re pretending to be married like we are.”
“But why are they here?” Landon asks, “And how the hell did you find us?”
I explain what they told me about their investigation, and how Blake was the one who figured out where Landon and Isabelle might be.
“This whole thing is beginning to sound more and more like a setup,” Landon says, explaining to me what he found on Bradshaw’s computer. “I’m betting my left nut that when I talk to Senator Wiseberger tomorrow, he’ll have no idea what I’m talking about. He never reported an alleged break-in to Bradshaw.”
“I’d like to know why Bernard manipulated my grandmother into convincing me to come here,” Isabelle says. “What was the point in that? He knew I couldn’t stay in the resort on my own. I would need a fake husband. Did it matter who that was? Did it have to be Jayden, or would anyone do?”
My blood boils like an overactive volcano, threatening to spew hot lava at anyone who dares harm her. She’s right. Why the hell did he want her at the resort?
The real reason, not the fucked-up fictitious one.
“That’s something your friends over there”—Landon gestures with a jerk of his chin toward Blake and Virginia—“will have to ask him.”
He’s right. It’s out of our hands now that the FBI is involved. They’re the ones who will be interrogating the men. We don’t have the authority to do it.
Two cops enter the room, and Blake and Virginia hand off the two men to them. The police leave with Blake. Virginia joins us.
“Blake is going to see if Bernard is still on the resort property,” she says after Landon fills her in on the money laundering information on Bradshaw’s computer. “Then we’ll take him and these guys in for questioning. But we also have some questions for you three. And I’m sure you have your own for Blake and me.”
“So you guys aren’t really married?” Isabelle asks. “Because you had me fooled.”
Virginia grins. “Some of what you heard over the past five days is true…and some of it isn’t. Yes, Blake and I are married. We’ve been happily married for the past five years, but we work in different programs. Our cases happened to be linked this time. And no, we’re not into BDSM, nor are we swingers. We didn’t think you were, either. Thank God, we weren’t wrong about that.” She laughs. “It would’ve been a little awkward if you had been.”
She hands me her business card. “Come down to the police station as soon as you can. Hopefully, we can get answers for you as to the real reason Bernard wanted you two at the resort.”
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