“What?” he whispers.
“When you said Olivia Young, I didn’t put two and two together,” Derek says. “I have to get you new cameras at home because, let me tell you, they did not show her in the right light.”
“You’re an angel?” Casey looks at me. “How did I not know this?”
“It’s not that big of a deal,” I say. He just smirks at me and bends his head and kisses me softly on the lips. “It’s not who I am.”
“We are going to table this right now,” he says with a smile, and then I look up at him. “But tonight, or whenever, we are going to discuss this.”
“Okay,” I say quietly as he puts me in the truck waiting for us. Derek gets into the front seat, and Casey gets into the passenger seat.
“Where to?” He looks over at Casey.
“Headquarters,” he says. I just look out of the window and try to ignore this feeling I have inside me. This feeling I don’t think I’ve ever felt. This feeling of contentment, of easiness. It’s a feeling I’ve never ever felt so I don’t know if it’s normal or not.
I don’t know where we are going, but we drive into an underground parking area. When the truck comes to a stop, I unbuckle my seat belt. My hand is about to open the door when it’s ripped open by Casey. He holds out his hand to me, and I’m waiting for him to drop my hand when we walk, but he doesn’t let it go, and when we step out of the elevator, I stop in my tracks.
CBS Corporation is written all over the brown wall right on top of the receptionist desk. “Is this your office?” I look over at him, and he just smiles.
“One of them.” He says hello to the receptionist, and when we finally make it into his office, it’s the corner one with windows on all sides, showing you the beautiful Atlanta skyline. He shrugs off his jacket and looks at me. “Do you want anything?”
I just shake my head, then he turns and walks out of the room, leaving me with Derek. “I can’t get over it,” he says, and I laugh.
“It was a long time ago,” I say, and then I hear Casey’s voice over the intercom.
“Derek, stop flirting with my woman and get in here.” My mouth opens, and Derek just laughs as he walks out. I, of course, have no idea what to do, so I follow him also, and I step into what can only be described as a new dimension.
The room is dim and almost black. Screens fill all the walls from top to bottom. In the middle of the room sits Casey, his hands going nuts over the keyboard as five screens sit on the desk in front of him. “What are you doing?”
“What he does best,” Derek says, snickering beside me with a smile on his face. “Fucking shit up.”
Seeing him in this role is so much different; at the farm, he’s a dirty cowboy with a smirk that’ll make you weak in the knees. Here behind a desk, with his hands going a million miles a minute as his eyes work, it’s so much more intense. “Okay,” he says, “I found him going in by the front door and then taking off from the side and …” He turns some of the screens. “To this parked car.”
“He knew you were gone and weren’t coming back,” Derek says. “He would have to know.”
“That or he trailed me, saw me get on the plane, and then came back,” Casey says. “Either way, he’s in my house.”
“Did you take care of that message?” Casey says, and Derek nods. “Perfect. I’m going to go check into the hotel,” he says, getting up. “I also put a bug on all the feeds in the prison.”
“Is that legal?” I ask them, and they both share a look.
“I’ll keep an eye on it,” Derek says, then looks back at me. “Do you have a phone on you?” he asks me, and I nod, taking it out of my pocket.
“This can also be how they know where she is.” He looks at Casey. “I’m going to see what is in here.” He looks at me. “Are there any nude pictures on here?”
I roll my eyes while Casey growls, grabbing my hand. “Call me if you find anything,” he tells him, and we walk out. “You don’t have nudes on there, do you?” he asks, and I push him away from me. We take the elevator down, and this time, he gets into the driver’s side. I look over at him when I buckle myself into the passenger side.
“Is this yours?” I ask him, and he just smirks at me. “You know, one of these days, that smirk isn’t going to make my stomach flutter,” I say the words, and just like that, I want to kick myself.