Page 119 of The Saint

“You trust that?”

“As much as I trust you.”

Her weak smile flickered. “That’s a little or a lot?”

“Babe, that’s with my whole damn heart.” He loved her too.

That was something he needed to say, but right then wasn’t the right time. But she needed to know soon.

Her flickering smile brightened and steadied. “We’ll go there and then figure out how to get the book?”

Camden snorted. “You don’t shy from adventure.” He laughed and pulled away from the curb. “I gotta call my boss. He’s going to flip out about that security guard.”

She chuckled. “Have you talked to Beth?”

“No.”

“Do you trust her?”

“No. But Jared does—and she’s the reason I was able to help on the extraction team.”

“If you hadn’t been there…” Amelia shook her head. “I said—”

He held up a hand. “Hang tight on revisiting that conversation. I don’t want to have it right now.”

“Are you upset with me?” she asked in a small nervous voice that killed him.

“Amelia.”

“I promised I wouldn’t get attached, and—”

“Amelia.”

“I’m just trying to make sure we’re okay.”

He tipped his head back and hooted. “Sweetheart, I just knocked a guy out and stole you out of the CIA’s custody. We’re good, and I don’t plan on telling you anything else while I’m driving down the road, trying to figure out where the hell we’re at.”

“Why?”

“Fuck, Amelia.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and laughed. “Because telling you I love you while my hands aren’t on you isn’t my plan. Are you hearing me?”

The corners of her lips quirked. “Later, then?”

“Woman, you are killing me.” He grabbed her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips. “Yeah. You’ll hear all about it. Later. Promise.”

CHAPTER FORTY

The car crunched on the stone driveway in front of a secluded cabin somewhere in Virginia where Interstate 66 turned from a commuter headache into rolling hills.

“Home sweet home.” Camden parked and glanced at Amelia in her hospital gown. “You don’t have shoes… Don’t move.” He jumped out and rounded the hood, grabbing her door before she could protest and pretend that hobbling across the stones and mulch wouldn’t bother her feet.

Gingerly, she stepped out. He swept her into his arms.

“Camden, my butt is hanging in the wind.”

“Good thing there’s no one around to see it.” He set her on the small porch and unlocked the doors.

She pointed toward the roofline. “Thissafe house has cameras.”

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