Page 93 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I giggle at the last part of her comment. “One, you would have been mortified if he said thanks.”
She grins while nodding.
“And two, maybe he thought you said it in the heat of the moment. Have you said it to him outside of the bedroom?”
She shakes her head. “I’m too petrified he won’t say it back.”
My heart squeezes from her panicked tone. “If he didn’t say it back, would it change how you feel about him?”
Harlow’s lips quirk as she contemplates my question. “No. I’d still love him.”
My brow arches high. “Well, there you go. That’s the answer to your question. You have to tell him.”
Not giving her the chance to reprimand me on my double standards, I thrust my hand toward her. “Hi, Kettle, my name is Pot.”
Harlow and I spend the remainder of my lunch break discussing our plans for Thanksgiving. Isaac has invited his dad, his brother, Nick, and his fiancée, Jenni, over for dinner. Thankfully, he also arranged for a catering company to prepare the feast. He did initially ask if I’d like to make the meal, but I had to regretfully decline. I’m not going to lie, my ego took a big beating when I had to admit I struggle to make mashed potatoes, let alone a full meal.
While I am being honest, I’ll admit I’m both nervous and excited about meeting Isaac’s family. Worried, because I want them to like me. Excited because it’s a step forward in our relationship. Although we’ve only been officially together a little over a month, it’s been a crazy whirlwind affair that makes it seem so much longer. One I’d happily experience again and again.
Walking back into my office, a commotion of laughter gains my attention. After placing my satchel in the bottom drawer of my desk, I saunter to the window that has captured the other agents’ attention.
“What’s going on?”
Brandon’s eyes stray to me. Unlike the other agents, his gaze is reflecting concern, not amusement. “Megan Shroud.”
He continues speaking, but I don’t hear a word he’s uttering. All I heard was Megan Shroud, then my hearing blurred.Why are people laughing about Isaac’s mysterious, deranged stalker?
Beyond panicked something horrid has happened to Isaac, I rush to the window. Overwhelmed, I barge agents out of the way so I can get a clear view of Isaac’s nightclub. Fear clutches my heart when I spot the gigantic bouncer who usually mans the front door of the nightclub holding Megan captive in his arms. Her legs and arms thrash as she fights to free herself from his firm hold.
Ignoring her screaming pleas to be put down, the bouncer continues his long strides, only stopping to dump her next to a yellow car she’s been photographed in numerous times.
As soon as the bouncer releases his hold, Megan charges toward the entrance of the nightclub. The bouncer wraps his massive arms around her waist again, thwarting her endeavors to enter the premises.
“Why isn’t someone calling the police?” My words quiver with fear. “She’s clearly unstable and not just a threat to the public. She’s a threat to herself.”
Michelle’s eyes rocket to mine. The amusement brightening her gaze changes to remorse from my statement. The other agents watch the spectacle unfold without any concern for anyone’s safety.
“Alex, you need to call the police.”
I place my hand on his forearm to empathize he knows it’s the right thing to do in a situation like this. His stern gaze shoots down to my hand resting on his arm.
His brows stitch before he returns his confused gaze to my face. “Isaac made his bed, now he has to sleep in it.” His words aren’t as determined as usual.
After shooing the agents away from the window, he lowers the blinds, blocking their live drama sitcom for the afternoon.
My eyes lock with Brandon. His face is marred with just as much concern as mine. He’s also at a loss on what to do in this situation. He offers me a smile before apprehensively shrugging his shoulders.
Urged on by panic, I scamper to my desk and remove my FBI-assigned pistol from my second drawer. My eyes shift around the room as I secure my revolver to my ankle. Because the other agents are too busy laughing at the scene they just witnessed, no one pays me any attention—except Brandon.
Gesturing his head to the corridor, Brandon requests for me to join him outside. I nod while lifting my finger in the air, requesting a minute. I need to make a phone call before I do anything.
Unsurprisingly, my call goes straight to Isaac’s voicemail. My lips quiver as I begin to speak. “I know it’s early in our relationship, but I wanted you to know I love you, Isaac,” I whisper into my cell.
Silencing my phone, I place it into the pocket of my trousers. After ensuring no one is watching me, I make a beeline for the corridor.
When Brandon notices I’ve entered the hall, he stops his panicked pacing and moves to stand in front of me. “I’ll follow her.”
I scan our surroundings, making sure we’re alone before I reply, “They’ll know you’re gone, Brandon. They won’t notice me as I’ve spent the last four weeks in the supply room scanning documents.”
