Page 84 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“Why?” at least three of us asked, one of them being me.
Milo swallowed as his eyes went to the two dead bodies in the room. Then he looked at me.
“That’s what they were going to do to me,” he said. “I thought… there was no way out for me. I was worried they were going to come after you. That’s the only reason I did what they wanted me to do. But I knew… I didn’t think…” He blew out a long breath. “We can’t use the FBI anymore. The leader is an agent. That’s how he finds people to do his work. That’s how he knew it was me that got into his system. It’s how he found me.”
“Fuck,” Cade said. And yeah, fuck was right. “Do you think Agent Ford Priestley is part of it?”
Agent Ford Priestley ran the off-the-books FBI division we had connections to. I’d never gotten an off vibe from the man, so I couldn’t imagine he’d be a part of something like this. Especially since he was working to take down groups just like this one.
“I don’t know,” Milo said. “I don’t think so. It wasn’t him that had me kidnapped. But I don’t think we should take a chance until we can look into it more. I don’t know the leader guy’s name, but I know what he looks like.”
“Okay. We’ll clean this up as best as we can ourselves,” Cade said, taking lead and making the call.
He didn’t look sure, but what other choice did we have?
This was not good. But at the same time, we had more information now. It explained a lot, actually. Like how they’d been able to stay under the radar and hide as well as they had, for as long as they had.
I stood there holding on to Milo as everyone moved around us.
“I sent a file to my computer. Named it something I knew you’d understand. I figured they were going to kill me anyway, so why not. But I guess we have their stuff now, so we won’t need that file.” He looked at the computer on the table. “We should be able to end them now. Everything we need is on there.”
My fingers tangled in his hair as I pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed me back, and for a second, I almost forgot what was going on.
“You did good,” I said as I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his.
I breathed him in. His scent was faint, just under the stench of this place and sweat, but it was there. And I clung to it, just like I clung to him.
“I’m ready to leave now,” he informed me, expression and tone flat.
“Yeah, come on. I’ll carry you.”
“No. That would be very unprofessional in front of our colleagues.”
“I think all of that went out the window when I went crazy once I realized you were missing,” I told him. He blinked up at me, a little shocked. “And again when I kissed you just now.”
“Right,” he mumbled. “I would still like to walk.”
“You got it.” I chuckled under my breath. “But I’m not letting go of your hand.”
“I will accept that,” he told me as we began to walk.
“I love you, my cutie patootie.”
“Um, no.”
“No? I can’t love you?”
He shook his head, but I felt his hand squeeze mine.
“The pet name. It’s just as awful as the others. I’m not a fan.”
“But the other part?”
He stopped just outside of the building and turned to face me. His brows pulled together. He looked confused and lost in thought.
“I’m not sure, but I think I love you too. So, I suppose I have no room to tell you that is unacceptable. Besides, people shouldn’t tell other people how to feel or not to feel. If you want to love me, I can’t stop you.” He paused. His lids blinked a few times before he met my gaze. “And I don’t think I want to.”
“You want me to love you?” I pressed with a small smile.
