I lifted my eyes from the app. “Really? What?”
“It’s the baby formula.”
“Fuck you.” I dropped my phone to the sofa. “I thought you were serious for a second.”
“I am.” Dillon looked up from his computer screens and met my gaze. “Dead serious.”
“You’re going to have to explain that one.”
“Turns out this Chinese trafficker uses baby formula to smuggle drugs.”
“What?” I walked toward him, my chest tightening. “You think there were drugs in the baby formula?”
Dillon tipped back his chair and stretched. “Yup. Picked up some chatter on the dark web.”
“Aboutourcontainer?”
“Nah. Just general talk about baby formula being a perfect cover.”
“That’s a relief.” I punched his shoulder. “You fucking scared me.”
“But there’s more.” Dillon turned to face another of his screens. “Look at this e-mail. It’s to Marisol Flores, the ADA on Keagan’s case, from someone in the DEA. It directly mentions both China and baby formula.”
“Shit.”
“I know, right?” Dillon rocked his lifted chair legs back to the floor. “This is great.”
“How is it great?”
“It gives Keagan leverage.”
“But we don’t have the baby formula, never mind any drugs.” This job had gone wrong in so many ways. Had I now involved Faith in it?
“The ADA doesn’t know that. She only thinks that Keagan stole the container. Based on her other e-mails with the DEA, sounds like they could give a shit about the theft, or even the small amount of drugs inside. They want the Chinese dude. They just want Keagan to give him up.”
“Someone he doesn’t even know.”
“Exactly.”
I felt sick. I had to get the boxes out of the mission.
I’d screwed up again. Possibly the worst screw-up of my life. And if anyone at the mission found the drugs, not only would I go to prison, I’d lose Faith.
* * *
Faith
My stomach fluttered the instant Sister Margaret told me that Mac was in the gymnasium. He was two hours early for basketball—a huge bonus. We could get in some kissing before the children showed up.
I opened the gym door and found him leaning against the far wall under the basket, like he thought the whole place would come down if he moved. Clothed in jeans and a t-shirt, his strong shape made me gasp.
As wrong as it seemed, I could not take my eyes off the crotch of his jeans. For someone who’d never experienced lust until recently, I’d certainly gotten the hang of it.
The door clanged closed behind me.
Mac jumped and pushed off the wall. “Oh, hey!” He waved casually, like I was a mere acquaintance, but I did not let it bother me for more than a second.
Instead, I ran toward him and jumped into his arms. Our kiss was exactly what I needed and wanted, except that the longer we kissed, the more I needed and wanted more than just a kiss.