She quickly shakes her head side to side, and it guts me how scared she is. “I’ll be fine. No one is going to hurt you. I promise you that. I need you to get under the bed and don’t come out until I come get you.”
She starts to shake her head, and I hear a sound from the other room and know I’m wasting time. I pull her from the bed and shove her underneath it. I lean down and touch my lips to hers because I can’t resist it. “I’ll be right back.”
She nods, and I stand up, grab my gun, and tiptoe out of the room. I get to the kitchen when I see the shadow. I know it’s not anyone with me or my team. They would never just show up at a safe house unannounced. Whoever is here is here for all the wrong reasons. I cock my gun, and the man turns his head toward me. “Who are you?”
The guy lifts a gun and without another thought, I take aim and shoot. I walk over to him and kick away the gun he dropped. I flip on the kitchen light. Even though it was dark, I made a perfect head shot.
I walk back to the bedroom and grab my phone off the end table. “Kins, come on out. Get dressed, we gotta go.”
She comes out. “I heard a gunshot. Is he—?”
I nod. “Yeah. Three down, one to go. Get ready.”
I walk back to the kitchen and take a picture. I can’t help but think that Riggs is going to be really upset because the man is missing part of his face, and that is going to make his job harder. I take the picture and send it with a request for clean-up before walking back to the bedroom.
Kinsley is standing in her bra and underwear, reaching for the clothes she had on yesterday. She stops midmotion, and so do I. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s breathtaking. She’s tempting me in more ways than one. I should look away and give her privacy but I can’t.
She holds her pants up in front of her. “I know, I look different than I did.”
I stalk across the room and feel like I’ve been running a marathon instead of just walking across the room. I know she’s talking about the extra curves she has now, but to me she looks perfect. “You’re beautiful.”
She shakes her head. “I’m cute. Pretty maybe. But no one has ever said I’m beautiful.”
“You are beautiful.” I grip the pair of pants in her hands and pull her to me. She loses her balance and falls against me. “Don’t ever doubt that. If we had more time, I’d prove it to you.”
She stares up at me, opens her mouth, and closes it again. She tenses in my arms and puts her hands on my chest to push away from me. “But we don’t, right? Plus it’s not a good idea.”
“No, we gotta go. Our safe house isn’t very safe now.” I hand her the pants she dropped and pick up her blouse. I know I should look away, give her some privacy, but I don’t. I stand and watch her get dressed, wondering how come it’s even sexy when she’s putting clothes on. I adjust my cock in my shorts. I don’t think I can handle watching her take her clothes off.
7
Kinsley
This is way too much to deal with. The whole thing of having killers after me, Colt showing up to save the day, and the way that he’s been looking at me since he caught me getting dressed is just too much to process. He drives me to my rented apartment, and I don’t even ask how he knows where I live. I’m learning that Colt knows a lot more about me than I thought he did, but I don’t want to even examine that thought right now. He broke your heart, Kinsley, and most likely he’ll do it again.
With that thought in my head, I walk up the three flights of stairs and put my key in the door. Colt is right behind me, and I get more and more nervous because I can tell he’s on edge. No doubt, waiting on hitman number four to show up. I push open the door, and Colt crowds me into it, one arm around my waist and another with his gun in his hand. I close my eyes when I walk in because I’d already prepared myself the whole way over that my house is going to be trashed. I still can’t figure out why anyone would want me dead, and I figure it’s going to be like the movies, where the person’s house gets trashed because they’re searching for something. So I’m surprised when we walk in and everything is in place. It’s literally exactly how I left it.