Page 72 of Killer Blonde

“What about you? What’s your plan now?”

“Get out of thisdeep shitfirst,” she said with a small chuckle.

I took in a deep breath.

Now was the time. Clearly, it was. As much as I didn’t want to ruin this moment, I had to tell her what was going on.

“About that,” I said and my eyes went to my lap. “Tomorrow morning you have to meet with a man from the FBI.”

She gasped and her body went rigid.

“Dalton worked whatever magic he has and this guy should be able to help fix this whole mess.” I tried to get the words out quickly so she’d understand.

This wasn’t betrayal.

This was me trying to give her freedom again.

Only a part of me didn’t want to.

I wanted to keep her here with me.

“What am I supposed to say to him?” she asked sounding shaky.

“I don’t know. I never did ask you what happened before, when the cops took you in.” There was a huge hint in my tone letting her know that I was curious if she said anything about me.

“Mostly the truth, you know if you bent it a lot and left a bunch of things out.” She shrugged. “I never mentioned you. I told them I passed out when Ray hit me and I didn’t see anything. When I came to, you were gone, there were dead bodies everywhere, and a gun beside me. I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I grabbed the gun. That’s when the cops stepped off the elevator. They thought I shot him because I had a gun in my hand. Well, at first they did.”

“But they suspect someone else?”

“Yeah. The annoying fucking detective told me that he believed there was someone else in that room. But I just kept telling him that I didn’t see anyone.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I knew in my heart that she hadn’t said anything but the words helped set me at ease.

“I’m scared,” she whispered as her eyes shifted to look into mine.

I was too but I couldn’t tell her that. She needed me to be strong right now.

I tucked her hair behind her ear then brought my lips to hers. I kissed her sweetly, trying my hardest to burn this moment into my memory.

“Silas,” she whispered against my lips as she moved to straddle my lap.

I knew what she was saying. What she needed. And I needed it too.

As much as I hoped this wouldn’t be my last moment with her, I wasn’t sure how tomorrow would turn out. So I was going to take all that she wanted to give.

Her hands went to my shirt and a second later it was free, fluttering to the ground behind her. I kissed along her jaw as I slid my hands up her body.

Nothing could ever compare to how it felt having her in my arms. It was like nothing before now mattered. As if my entire life was leading up to this moment. To her.

It was a lot to take in. But then again, I wasn’t exactly thinking right now.

I was feeling.

Something I hadn’t really done in so fucking long.

I’d been numb. A man on a mission and so blinded by it that he’d become nothing.

Just nothing.