Page 89 of Forging Caine

“Two FBI agents came running out and surrounded the guard. I’m assuming they arrested him.”

Her head jutted back. “How’d you know they were FBI?”

“The windbreakers. Giant yellow letters.”

She twisted in my grasp so she straddled me, looking at me straight on. “I didn’t call them. I thought it was too risky.”

“It wasn’t Elliot or anyone else I recognized. Although I had to do a double-take—one of them looked just like Rhonda Wells.”

“Wait, what?” She pulled back further. “Short white-blond hair and red glasses? Black suit?”

“Under the blue jacket, sì.”

Samantha pushed against me, like she thought I was about to let her resume her pacing. “That’s got to be Special Agent Bernard. She’s the one who gave me the key fob.”

“Do you think they hid a tracker inside it?”

“Dammit!” Her muscles tightened. “Of course they did! I bet that’s how the guy with the wand found it. If they’d told me, I would have left it at home.”

I shifted further back on the bed, keeping her on top of me.

“What are you doing?”

“Four days ago, I promised you a distraction. I’ve failed miserably at that.”

“No.” She pushed me onto the bed and crawled over me, her long hair draped over one shoulder. “More like you’ve been so successful, I don’t remember what you were trying to distract me from in the first place.”

I tossed her to the side and rolled on top of her, settling my hips between her legs. Two hours ago, I was pacing this room. Now here she was with me. “I think it’s all a manipulation.”

“Exactly. He’s pulling so many strings I don’t know which ones to try cutting.” Her brain was on Fiori.

Mine was rapidly descending from my head to my groin. I leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “I mean you’re trying to distract me from going on vacation.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, I got us kidnapped so we wouldn’t have to leave home.”

I undid the top button of her striped blouse. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look in this shirt?”

“You seriously want to have sex right now?”

“What do you think?” I pressed my hips against her so she could feel how hard I was.

She pointed toward the door. “I think there’s at least two guards standing right outside that door.”

“And?” I popped another button. “We’ve made love under these conditions before.”

Her eyes widened. “Not when someone’s just threatened to throw us into Lake Erie.”

“Do you remember our conversation when I drove you home from the charity gala last August?”

“The fourteen hours to live part?”

“After that.” I stroked a hand down her cheek, taking in her lovely face. “I asked what you’d do if you only had two hours to live. Do you remember what I said?”

“No.” Her leg crept up my hips to settle at the small of my back.

“I said I’d spend the time with those I love, so there were no regrets. No words left unsaid. Because life is about love, Samantha. Without it, there’s no value to life.”

She blinked several times at me, her leg tightening. “That was pretty deep.”

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