Page 14 of Tell Me All Your Lies

We lean in toward one another, and I let my hand graze her lower back as I pull her closer to my side. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, I hear the faint sound of her breath hitching.

She peers up at me, and I see a flicker of desire in her deep-brown eyes.

“How are you, darling?” I whisper into her ear.

As I pull away, I see the same hint of annoyance that I’ve come to crave during our challenges. Cara hates to lose, and I love to capture the criminal before she does just to earn this look.

“Just as charming as always, Sinclair.”

“I should be the one to say that, Collins.”

We’re having a stare-down, and Luke’s eyes dart between the two of us.

“What’s this about?”

Cara breaks eye contact first and smiles at her father.

“Nothing at all.”

Luke will accept it, but I can admit we both let the moment get the best of us when we referred to each other by our government names.

“I’m happy you were able to come,” he says to Cara.

“Me too, Dad. I’m not sure if I’ll be around for a bit.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“A new work project. I think it’ll take me away for a few months.”

I wonder what case she’s on. I’ll be sure to have someone at my firm find out tomorrow. It must be big if it’ll be a few months. Typically, contracts don’t take you away for that long. Cara is both daring and cautious, so I know she’ll have thought this through.

It’ll just irk me until I’m able to figure out what the case is exactly and how safe she’ll be.

“Just don’t tell your mother tonight,” Luke says.

“I won’t, but I’ll have to this week.”

“Okay, try to come by the house before you go.”

“Luke!” Catherine calls out from nearby.

We all look to see Catherine standing with some of their gala’s top donors. It’s a good cause that they host this to support every year, so the top donors tend to be the same people year after year.

“Duty calls. Play nice, you two,” he says.

“Always,” Cara answers.

Luke gives us a warm smile before heading to Catherine. As he walks away, the bartender slides Cara’s and my fresh bourbons over. She picks hers up and gives me a mocking look.

I can’t help but drinkherin.

She is a vision. The way this dress hugs her curves perfectly is dangerous, and her natural chestnut-brown hair hanging against her breasts has my cock twitching in my pants.

I hope she doesn’t see it.

She smirks as I meet her eyes.

“Can you make it any more obvious?” she taunts before taking a sip of the drink.

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