Page 72 of Endeavor

“Doesn’t matter because we don’t have a schedule today.”

“I do have work to do,” I state, reminding him because I feel like he needs reminding.

He kisses the top of my head. “And you can do it later. Right now, let’s just enjoy our time here in the dark, just you and me.”

I place my head on his chest, drawing little letters. I stop abruptly when I realized I’ve written “I love you.”

“Why’d you stop? That felt nice,” he balks.

I start again, this time more cognizant of what I’m writing.

“You should call your brother today. It’ll give you something to do while I’m working.”

He squirms beneath me, and I wonder if it’s my suggestion or my light touches.

“Maybe I will. I sort of want to be careful with him until we get the stalker thing resolved,” he admits.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I reply, feeling like a jackass.

He puts his hand under my chin and raises my head, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “Don’t be sorry. Your suggestion is a good one.”

“I just…I wasn’t thinking about…everything.”

“Emma, it’s alright. Leave the crazy stalker stuff to my security team and the police, and let’s not think about it right now, OK?”

I don’t know if he’s trying to make me feel better or himself, but I nod, and he lets me nestle my head into the crook of his neck. I press a kiss to his skin.

“Any word from them? Do they have any leads?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not yet. Whoever it is, knows what they are doing.”

I shiver and his hands press me closer to him. “I hope they can figure it out soon.”

“Me too. I hate it.”

We’re silent for a while, just holding each other. “I have an idea,” he says, breaking the silence.

“OK…” I trail off, waiting to hear it.

“Let’s get dressed and…” He picks up his phone and looks at the time. “Shit, it’s lunchtime. Let’s get dressed and grab food, and then I want to take you somewhere.”

“And afterward, I get two hours to do some work,” I add.

He kisses my cheek. “Agreed.”

“Cool, then you have yourself a date, mister,” I reply as I hop out of bed and head to the shower.

Thirty minutes later, following some very hot shower sex, we are in Grady’s car going to some secret location.

He turns off a freeway and pretty soon I see something akin to a tower which confuses me because there is no airport here. A hill blocks the view as we park.

“Where are we?” I ask, looking at him in confusion.

He holds out a hand, and I take it as he leads us down to a small office building next to what looks like an industrial garage. Hedges Inc. is the only sign, and I have no idea what that means. Grady opens the door.

“Hedges, you here?” he calls out. I raise an eyebrow as the name matches the one on the building.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” a man’s deep voice calls out with a British accent from somewhere in the building. A moment later, a man around my dad’s age appears. He holds out a hand to Grady and pulls him into a hug.

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