Page 144 of Untouchable
She shifted against him in her sleep, and one of her hands unconsciously squeezed at his side.
He fell asleep soon afterward.
The next morning he didn’t want to get out of bed.
Kelly was still asleep beside him, looking young, beautiful, and rumpled with her messy hair and closed eyes. He had a long day at work—lasting through a dinner meeting, which probably wouldn’t be over until nine. And his body was exhausted, completely drained, as if last night—as if the past two months—had used up all his energy.
He just wanted to stay in bed and sleep. With Kelly. But it was Monday, and the weekend was a long way away.
He reached over for his phone on the nightstand, vaguely hoping there hadn’t been too many emails coming in overnight, although he knew such a hope was futile.
The first thing he saw was a text from Wes.
He clicked on it, pulling up the full message.
I might have found something on Kelly. Tell me if you want to know what it is. If you don’t, I won’t mention it again.
Caleb stared at the message, a surge of both fear and curiosity rising up at what the words meant.
Wes wouldn’t have posed it like that unless what he’d found was significant.
Maybe it was about the Russian ex-lover.
Maybe it was about what she’d wanted that key for.
Maybe it would make all the loose ends about her finally click into place.
“Something bad?” a drowsy voice came from beside him.
He turned and saw that Kelly was awake, watching him with big blue eyes that looked fond and trusting and a little worried. “No. Just work.”
“It’s not even six yet. You have at least another half hour to sleep.” She reached out to him with a smile. “Don’t get up yet.”
He smiled back at her, the tension in his chest relaxing. This was too good. It was everything he’d ever wanted—without even knowing he’d wanted it. He wasn’t going to blow it withhis typical controlling nature and paranoia. He tapped outNo, thanksto Wes and put the phone down.
Whatever Kelly was hiding from him, she would tell him when she was ready. She wasn’t out to hurt him any more than he wanted to hurt her.
He drew her into his arms and settled her against him, relaxing as she started to stroke his chest and belly.
“Close your eyes for a few more minutes,” she murmured, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. “The world isn’t going to fall apart if you sleep another half hour.”
He smiled. “Sometimes it feels like it might.”
“That’s your colossal ego talking. I promise you it won’t.”
“Okay. If you say so.”
He closed his eyes, but he didn’t go back to sleep. He just held her until six thirty, wondering what he’d ever done to deserve someone like her in his life.
30
Caleb wason his way to his business dinner that evening when he got a call from Vinnie DiMauro.
He knew it wouldn’t be good news as soon as he saw the man’s name on his phone.
DiMauro never called just to chat.
“What’s going on?” he asked, pausing in the hall and connecting the call.
