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She gasps in alarm, but then she pulls her eyebrows low. “There’s a field agent named Agent Fields?”
“Yep.” This is so not the time to laugh, but I can’t help it. I snort, pulling myself closer to her as she grins. It’s like her smile is tied to me, and I can’t resist the pull. “He didn’t appreciate it when I pointed that out earlier.”
“Must be why he tried to shoot you.”
We both break into laughter, though I cover her mouth with my palm to keep her quiet. “This is serious, Isla,” I whisper, though the closer I get to her, the more I can’t remember why. Her eyes are the color of the sky on a clear summer day, something I haven’t seen enough of lately. I’m always working, parked in front of a screen and forgetting that there’s a real world out there. A world where people like Isla exist.
When I lower my hand, Isla licks her lips, tugging my attention to her mouth as she asks, “What do we do?”
I wish I could stay right here all day and catalog everything about her face. Every freckle and curve. “I need to figure out if he’s looking for me, but I don’t know how to—Isla!”
She’s already hopping away and peering around the corner, but she only looks for half a second before she scrambles back to my arms and says, “Kiss me.”
“What?” I choke on the word.
But instead of clarifying, Isla grabs me by the collar and tugs my head down until our lips crash together.
I may have no clue what her plan is, but I follow her orders to the letter. Her mouth is warm and pliant and tastes slightly of the garlic chicken she ordered for lunch, and I can’t get enough. Isla kisses with passion and hunger, which I match with enthusiasm. My hands find her waist and pull her flush against me at the same time she thrusts her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck, and goosebumps erupt across my skin as she parts her lips to invite me in. I’ve never kissed anyone like this before, and I’m sure I never will again. It’s fire and weightlessness and the feeling of nothing ever going wrong as long as we’re connected like this.
My brain registers some sort of sound in the hazy distance, but I don’t care. All I care about is kissing Isla.
But she jerks away from me and forces my head down into her chest. Not that I’m complaining, but… “Do you mind?” she says, sounding as breathless as I feel.
My body, which a moment ago had been filled with molten lava, turns to ice when a gruff voice replies, “Excuse me. I’m looking for this man. Have you seen him? He was recently in the area.”
Isla hums, still holding my head down against her body. “I don’t think so. But I’ve been a little preoccupied. My husband’s breaks are so short, so we try to make the most of them.” Her fingers run through my hair, making me shudder with pleasure. No one has ever done that before. At least, not the way she does it.
“Sir?” Fields clears his throat. “I need to ask you some questions.”
I groan, knowing I can’t hide my face in Isla’s chest forever. The minute I lift my head, Fields is going to recognize me and arrest us both.
“Excuse me, what’s going on?” An unfamiliar voice enters the fray, and she sounds more than a little annoyed. “Your break ended five minutes ago. Table three needs more bread.”
“On it,” I say and pull away from Isla, keeping my head down to avoid both Fields and the woman behind me.
“Hey!” Fields shouts, but I don’t look back, hoping my new manager keeps him occupied long enough for me to slip out the back.
Chapter Nine
Isla
Maybe it’s a badidea, but when I get back to the table, I tell Emily and Rhys that my husband got food poisoning and headed out. Emily tells me I should go with him, but I know I need to stick around so Agent Fields doesn’t get more suspicious than he already is.
Honestly, I’m amazed my idea worked and that Jake managed to get away, though a lot of the credit goes to the young shift lead, Kinley, who unknowingly helped by telling Fields that he couldn’t wander around bothering patrons without a warrant. I’m not sure if that’s how it works, but Fields seemed to realize he wasn’t going to get any cooperation and instead sat himself at a table, probably to wait for “Sean” to come back out.
I really hope Jake is smart enough to find a back door or something.
“Marty will be okay,” I tell Emily, forcing a smile. “He took an Uber back to the hotel, and he didn’t want me to waste any time I get with you.”
I can feel Fields glancing at me every so often, so I try to relax even though my hand is shaking as I reach for my glass of water. I would say it’s only fear and adrenaline making me tremble, but that would be an utter lie.
I am never going to recover from that kiss.
Though in reality it lasted only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity, and my lips are still tingling. I didn’t even know it was possible for a kiss to feel that electric. That momentous. Thatlife-changing. I may have caught Jake by surprise when I kissed him, but the joke was on me because I never could have expected a kiss like that, so full of fire that I would have melted into the floor if he hadn’t been holding onto me so tightly. I knew a kiss with Jake was going to be good, but that was the kiss I will forever compare all kisses to.
“Isla?”
I jolt in my seat, blinking hard as I struggle to focus on Emily. “Sorry, what?”
