Page 35 of Tell Me All Your Lies

Grant’s eyes have been focused on me this entire time, and I feel a prick of unease from the sensation. I don’t like being anyone’s primary focus. Maybe that’s from the job, but it’s always a bad sign of what’s to come.

“It is,” he murmurs.

“Good. Should we get going?”

“After you,” he says with his arm extended.

I clear my throat and give him a small nod before starting to walk in that direction. With my shoulders pulled back and stomach tightened, I try to reclaim any part of my usual confidence that I have in this role.

Keeping the façade of who I am in work mode around Grant is going to be crucial if I’m going to make it through these unusual circumstances.

I go to pull the door open when his broad frame overshadows it. His hand covers mine on the handle, stopping me.

“There are some things you and I should talk about alone.”

I look up over my shoulder and wait.

“Cara,” he murmurs.

I turn and face him fully.

“What is it?”

“I know this isn’t what you’ve probably imagined yourself having to do.”

“It’s not,” I answer playfully.

Grant’s expression gets more stoic.

“It’s okay. It’s part of our jobs. I’m a big girl, remember?”

“I know, but I have to get this off my chest.”

“Okay.”

Grant looks more serious than I’ve ever seen him before. I give him my undivided attention, wanting him to know I take this seriously too.

“I promise to take care of you during this mission. While you’re my wife on paper, you’re mine to protect. I promise to not let you get hurt in any capacity. I will take care of you in sickness and in health. You and I both know we’re bound to run into a few issues requiring care. Do you understand?”

I suck in a deep breath as his words penetrate.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good. I know we won’t make personal vows in there, so I wanted to make sure you knew where I’m at before we move forward.”

Grant goes to open the door, only this time it’s me stopping him. He peers down at me, and for the first time in my life, I feel small. Normally, my five-foot-ten stature makes me feel bigger than even some men, only not around Grant.

“I promise to take care ofyou, Grant Sinclair. While you’re my husband, nothing will happen to you either. Do you understand?”

Grant’s eyes simmer with something different than they ever have around me. I’m not sure what it is. Certainly not desire or lust, but something deeper than that.

“I do.”

“Good.”

I smile widely.

“Now let’s go get married. What do you say?”

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