Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I pivot, heading for the door.
“Cruce,” Kynan calls.
I look over my shoulder.
“If you’d hurry up and finish that fucking report, I’d tell you to hop the next plane out of here to go talk to Barrett about it.”
My grin is wide when I nod. “Thanks, boss. Going to do that now.”
CHAPTER 27
Barrett
“I’m bored, Cage.” Sighing, I lean my head against the seat and watch the D.C. scenery as he drives me home from work.
“Why’s that, doc?” he asks as he casually maneuvers through rush-hour traffic, one hand propped at the top of the steering wheel, his other resting loosely on his thigh.
For the past three days, he’s been driving me to and from the lab. During that time, I haven’t held back on meaningful conversation with the man. He is, after all, the closest connection I have to Cruce outside our texts and phone calls.
I learned early on Cage doesn’t really know Cruce and vice versa. Until recently, Cage has been based out of the Vegas office, while Cruce is new to the organization. I’d point blank asked him that first day how well he knew Cruce, determined to pick his brain hard.
When I realized he wouldn’t be much help, I’d still kept talking to him. A loose connection to Cruce was better than none.
I sigh again. “It’s just… how do I find work that satisfies me after I’ve managed to figure out one of the most elusive scientific formulas in humanity’s history?”
“Braggart,” he replies affectionately, and I shoot him a short smile.
“Seriously,” I mutter. “I feel so… useless.”
“It’s easy.” Cage coasts to a stop at a red light, shifting slightly to focus on me. “You find the next elusive formula, then put that gargantuan-sized brain to work on it.”
I wrinkle my nose, an automatic reaction to that suggestion.
Cage frowns in response. “Don’t you want to do that? Isn’t that why you’re bored?”
“No.” The tone of my voice is slightly whiny. “I want to be bored on a beach or taking a cooking class.”
“Yeah,” he replies with a shake of his head. His attention returns to the road since the light turns green and traffic starts moving. “That makes no sense whatsoever.”
“It’s just…” I start off, trying to explain something that doesn’t even make sense to me. “It’s just that my whole adult life has been devoted to a singular cause. I’ve spent all my time, exclusive of sleep, working on it. While it fueled and motivated me, and ultimately fulfilled me, I want…”
My words trail off, unable to quite express my angst.
“You want Cruce,” Cage fills in the rest.
“No,” I say in quick denial. “I mean… yes, of course. But it’s more than that.”
“You want a life with him,” he guesses.
“I want a life,” I manage to say. “An all-encompassing one. I want to do the things normal people do. Binge-watch Netflix, take vacations, repaint my cabinets.”
“And…” he prompts.
“And I want to be in a relationship,” I murmur, shifting closer to him as I give up my deepest desire. “With Cruce. Forever.”
Cage’s lips curve upward, and he nods at something up ahead. “Now might be your chance to discuss those things.”
I jerk my head up to peer out the windshield, my townhome coming into view. Cruce sits on the front steps, and a jolt of exhilaration flows through me. My heart expands and fills with unfettered joy, and yes… I want him forever.
Cage has barely brought the car to a stop at the sidewalk in front of my house before I’m leaping out.
“Later,” I call to him, slamming the door before he can reply. I don’t even hear him drive off, but I assume he does leave.
Cruce stands from the stoop, then dusts his jeans off. He jogs down the three steps to the sidewalk, barely making it to the bottom before I launch myself at him. He’s laughing when my body hits his, and I wrap my legs hard around his waist as I press my face into his neck.
“What are you doing here?” I mumble.
“Came to see a pretty girl to have a serious talk,” he replies. Heart starting to hammer, I pull back slightly in question. “Let’s sit on the porch, okay?”
I nod, reluctantly letting him lower me until my shoes hit the sidewalk. Cruce takes my hand, leading me up to the landing. We sit down, side by side. He stares down the block in the direction we’d been returning from on our run the morning my first kidnapping attempt happened. It was only a few weeks ago, yet it seems like a lifetime already.
What Cruce and I have been through together makes it feel like I’ve known this man for an eternity.
I’ve realized even that’s not enough time for me. The only question now is if he feels the same? For all I know, his “serious talk” is to break up with me.