by Mandy Harbin
He pulled away from her, gently rubbing his thumbs along her cheeks, wiping away her tears. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”
“What I want doesn’t matter though. I have to leave.”
He brushed her hair off her cheek. “I talked to Gage yesterday, and after he made a bunch of calls, he was finally able to do just that. Now the big dogs over there aren’t happy about this alternative and will strongly suggest you not go along with it, but the only people here who know he was undercover are the guys at the shop. The feds have reluctantly agreed to keep him here if you insist on staying. Once he convinced them that it was a genuine possibility and they bitched about how fucking dangerous this is for you, they really didn’t have any other choice but to keep Gage here, especially since I’m the one who actually pulled the trigger and Collins’ father might come sniffing around. Gage will be working with Jack Parsons to coordinate your safety.”
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. “I-I don’t know what to say.” She shook her head trying to process this.
“Now listen, baby. They said it’ll be really dangerous if you decide to do this because you’d have to move to another location and pretend as if you weren’t under their protection anymore. All other agents who worked the case would also be under that impression. Gage will go deep cover. Everyone except those I mentioned already and a select few will think he’s decided to quit.”
“You mean I, Scott, we get to stay here?”
He smiled crookedly at her, leaning down to brush his lips against her. “Well, not here.” He pointed to her house. “You’ll have to move in with me. You know, for protection and all.”
Move in with Brody? Oh, she could definitely do that. “Why didn’t you just come right out and tell me I could stay?” She tried to sound irritated, but failed miserably. She was too damn excited.
“I didn’t want to presume anything.” He shook his head as if he hated thinking that way. “Come look at your new car, baby.” He pulled her behind him, acting like a kid on Christmas.
“If I’m staying, I don’t need the car,” she said jokingly.
He looked back at her, frowning. “I bought it before talking to Gage, and I told you, I’m not taking it back.”
She felt light, free, excited about this wonderful turn of events, and she practically bounced behind him as he opened the driver side door for her. She slid into her new car, grinning wildly, and took a deep breath to inhale the new-car smell that had evaded her for too many years.
Her nose wrinkled. “What’s that… Is that vanilla?”
Brody shrugged innocently before swooping down and kissing her hard.
No more moving? Getting to live her life with the man she loved? Yeah, her life was definitely looking up.
About the Author
From the sweet stories of first young love to the hot, hot, hot erotic stories and everything in between, Mandy loves to read and write about romance. She dabbled in writing throughout adolescence and justified studying it in college under that wonderful umbrella of liberal arts. Living in Arkansas, she figured writing was a dream and not a career, so when she went back to get her master’s degree, she studied business. It wasn’t until she was staying up late to write—after working full-time, spending time with the family, and studying mind-numbing business nonsense—that she realized something had to give. The love of writing prevailed. She still lives in Arkansas with a few classes shy of an MBA, but now with more time to submerge herself in her craft.
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