Page 21 of Wrecked
“Never better, baby.”
As her heart rate returned to normal, her mind wandered.
Sure, they’d kissed. A peck here or there, but that was it. Over the years, she’d thought about being with him. It would be fun, but it would ruin their friendship. He was a wild man when it came to women. A one-and-done kinda guy.
But, she was just as wild. Sex was a no-strings thing that Addison did in costume.
As the lights of the town town loomed large, Hawk said, “I like our pact.”
“Fight to the death together,” she replied.
He chuckled. “I thought it was, ‘live together, die together.”
“Same thing.”
“I think we should get married.” Hawk slowed the bird as he flew over a building.
“What? You’re kidding, right?”
“If neither of us is married by the time I’m forty, we get hitched.”
“I’m not getting married,” she replied matter-of-factly. “You know that.”
“Ah, c’mon, you don’t mean that, do ya?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’re perfect wife material.”
She huffed. “I’m not sure if I’m flattered or insulted.”
“It’s a compliment. You’re a total hottie, a badass, you’re smart, hardworking. You like adventure and you’re fearless. Here’s a proposition for you. If we’re not married when I’m forty and you’re thirty-seven, we marry each other.”
“Like seconds?” She glared at him. “I’d rather be someone else’s first choice than your last. Hard pass for me.”
He touched down on the rooftop, but he didn’t cut the engine. “Coop, we’re here.”
“Give me a few,” Cooper replied. “I’m talking to the FBI.”
“I think we should stay at the compound tonight and take off first thing tomorrow,” Hawk said.
“I’m gonna grab a ride from someone else,” she replied.
“Whaaaa? You’re not mad at me, are you?”
Crossing her arms, she eyed him. “If Iwereto get married, I would do it because sharing my life with someone meant something. I love you, Hawk, I do, but I wouldn’t marry you just because I couldn’t find my person.”
He pulled off his headset, carefully removed hers. Then, he cradled her hand in his. “Forget I said anything. This was an intense week. Then, instead of celebrating, we got thrown a mission.” He smiled, sending a fresh hit of adrenaline careening through her.
She nodded, squeezed his hand, and let go. “I’m bummed I didn’t get to blow off steam at my party, but I’m so tired from the retreat, it’s probably better I crash. I’ll ride home with you tomorrow.”
“I’m taking off at seven.”
“Why so early?”
He stared at her, eyes wide as saucers.
She raised her eyebrows. “Now, what?”
