Page 63 of Into the Blue
She’s not just some jawn. So I think about what would really mark her as mine. Not a chain. Not a ring.
Time.
She gave me hers one night and made me crave a lifetime.
So I’ll give her time of my own.
Not some designer throwaway. Nah, I want something with weight. Something impossible to miss.
It can’t wait until I get back home.
Chapter 20
“Hello?” My voice is tentative in the empty hallway.
I look at my phone as I’m right outside of Milo’s office.
Doubting myself, I look down either side of the hall. There is no way that he could know where I’m at. Right?
I checked for cameras, but I don’t think there are any in the house. I couldn’t be sure. The second phase of my plan was taking full effect and he was back in Colorado chasing down what was more like a Trojan horse.
It was a little riskier than what I had originally planned next and I was on edge. There were four of his runners in the van we took out, but a large delivery was making its way out of the state. I would have preferred to take the product, it’s true. However, there was no way to take on four of Blue’s trained team in such short notice.
I needed to wrap whatever this was up and get the fuck out of here before things really hit the fan.
My heart is racing at the idea of being caught right now. I hope he can't hear that on the phone.
“What you doin’?” Milo’s voice is as resonant as it always is. He might as well be in front of me. The energy that I usually feel from him is somehow still here, but I straighten my spine against it.
There is no way that he could know where I’m at.
“I was watching videos on my phone,” I lie.
“Of what?”
“I don’t know. Random stuff. Makeup, hair… couple dances.”
He grunts an affirmative sound. “Check the door. I sent yousomething.”
“What is it?”
“You at the door?”
“No…”
“Well, get up and go answer the door.” Just then, the doorbell rings.Was he also on the phone with whoever is here?I take my time since I’m significantly closer to the front door from his office. I would usually be walking from his bedroom or the sitting room in the back when I’m scrolling my phone. Every small detail counts when you’re making convincing moves.
Looking at the figure on the security screen at the front door, I see a man with a suit and white gloves standing in the doorway. “Um, who is this?” I say on the phone as the guy continues to stand there.
“Let him in,” Milo says. I trust that this man has to be someone he knows well if he’s allowed to be here when Milo’s not.
The guy walks over to the smaller sitting area at the front of the estate and I’m following him. He clearly knows this place better than I do.
Milo’s voice is loud on speakerphone as he explains. “This is Carlton. He’s gonna fit you for somethin’ I got.”
Curiosity flutters in my belly with that response. “What did you get?”
“You’ll see.”
