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Where are you, kitten?
Chance.
I can’t help myself..
I melt.
26
CHANCE
I pullinto a loading zone in front of the FBI building downtown. I hop out.
Austin takes my seat. “Call when you’re done and we’ll swing back to get you both.”
He’s optimistic to think I might be able to toss Avery over my shoulder and drag her out of a federal building full of law enforcement officers and then fly her out of state on a private plane. I don’t think it’ll be that easy, but I like his hope.
“Want us to grab you a burger?” he calls.
I turn on the sidewalk as I set my Stetson back on my head. Sadie mentioned a great fast-food place that had amazing burgers, stacked two, three, or even four high on a bun. While it’s something to try, we aren’t in town for the hamburgers. At least I’m not.
“I’m good. I’ll keep you updated.”
He nods, Miles offers a finger salute through the closed window, and they’re off.
I stop at the security desk and ask for Avery. Maybe I should have called. Before I left Montana. But my goal isn’t changing. I’ll find her wherever. As the man calls somewhere in the building, I text her.
Where are you, kitten?
She texts back right away.
At work.
Good. I’m in the lobby.
I see the three dots moving, but then they stop.
“She’ll be down in a minute,” the security man tells me.
I nod, walk away from security, and lean against the wall near a potted cactus.
Five minutes later, Avery approaches from a bank of elevators beyond the security stiles.
Fuck, she’s pretty in her corporate skirt and blouse. Heels, too. Her legs are long and lean and perfect. I remember how they feel around my waist.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, a smile on her face as she comes into my arms. She’s surprised, but not upset.
She lets me kiss her in the lobby of an FBI building. Not how I want to, with a lot of tongue and roaming hands, but anytime her lips are on mine is a win.
I brush my nose with hers and murmur, “I’m here foryou, kitten. We have things to talk about.”
I cup her hip with one hand, stroke her hair with the other. Fuck, she is so pretty. I tell her so.
She blushes and glances around. “Come on.” She snags my hand.
After giving the security man my ID and getting a sticker pass that I slap on my shirt, Avery leads me through the security area and to the elevators. Once inside, she pushes the third-floor button.
She stands beside me, although we’re not touching. She tips her head toward an obvious camera. Ah. So that’s why we’re not making out right now.
