Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,89
if it meant I got you.” He pulled her back for another kiss. A longer, drugging kiss. “I don’t want to be off in another country, I don’t want to be bringing danger to our door. I want to be with you. I want those kids you mentioned. I will find a way to keep you safe.”
“Wait.” Her eyes searched his. “You skipped a step. A big step.”
“Where? When?”
“You went from kissing me to having kids with me. I think there’s a step in between that whole process.”
“I will make love to you as soon as—”
“The love part.” She nodded. “That’s the part you missed. You should go over it again.”
He swallowed. “I love you.”
Alyssa smiled at him. “Was that so hard?”
“One of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”
She kissed him. Stroked his mouth so softly with her own. “Well, you did a stellar job,” Alyssa murmured against his lips.
“Sebastian!” Ella announced through the door. “Your detective friend and that Dex guy are here with a laptop.”
Sebastian’s mouth lingered against Alyssa’s. She enjoyed the kiss, but she pulled back and said, “Send them in!”
Winston came in first. He sighed when he saw them. “Every time I open an office door, you two are making out.”
“Guilty.” Sebastian let her go and made a grab for the laptop. “Let me at it.”
Winston surrendered the laptop.
“Great.” Dex nodded. “You get to work. Winston and I are going over your security cams.”
“I accessed them as soon as I arrived. Could do it on my computer.” Sebastian was already working on the laptop. “Guy cut into the system. Whole thing went dark for several minutes. Just the way it did when Antony came in last night.”
Alyssa saw Dex and Winston share a long look before Dex said, “Then we’ll be going to talk to the security guards who should have been watching that feed at the time. Surely they would have noticed a glitch like that.”
Ella straightened. “They absolutely should have noticed and reported to me immediately.” A brisk nod. “Come this way.” Then she paused. Slanted a suspicious glance at Dex. “You sure you’re FBI?”
“Isn’t that what my badge said?”
Alyssa caught the deliberate wording of Dex’s reply. How about that? He wasn’t straight up lying, he was just letting the false ID do the job for him. Because, no, he wasn’t FBI. She hadn’t exactly gotten a ton of specifics, but weren’t spies under the CIA’s giant umbrella?
Ella cleared her throat. “You just…you don’t quite remind me of a Fed. I mean, you told me last night that the FBI was involved because of contracts that you’d worked with Shark Gaming and Design in the past, but—”
“Ella,” Sebastian said her name firmly.
She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Don’t push on this one. Dex has clearance from the government. We’re cooperating with him fully. That’s all.”
She nodded but didn’t look happy.
Winston glanced at Alyssa. “You good?” he asked softly.
She moved toward him.
Sebastian reached out with one hand and pulled her toward him.
Winston frowned.
“He works better when I’m close,” Alyssa explained.
Winston didn’t smile, but he nodded. “Keep an eye on him.”
“You know I will.”
A moment later, the door closed behind him.
She felt Sebastian’s eyes on her. She was frowning because Winston’s demeanor had been different. He’d seemed tense. Alarmed. And the way he’d rushed to talk to the guards…
He thinks the man we’re after is here.
Sebastian was typing on the laptop.
“Is he here?” Alyssa asked softly. “As in…does he work for your company?”
Sebastian’s jaw hardened. “Based on the trail I’m following…fucking, yes. He sent these messages from Shark Gaming and Design.”
She inched closer. “But who sent them?”
His fingers moved faster.
***
“Sebastian is out of control,” Isaac fumed. “He’s locking up employees! And he’s dragging your sister around with him! Your sister!”
Antony stood behind his desk. A tension headache throbbed in his right eye. “Why did you say ‘covert intel’ a moment before?”
Isaac swallowed. “Because that’s what you do, isn’t it?” He glanced over his shoulder at the closed office door. “You didn’t want Ella hearing the truth. And I thought maybe she knew. Guess not, huh?” His gaze swung back to Antony. “So let’s talk.” He hurried forward, still gripping his precious box.
Antony’s right hand slowly moved toward his desk drawer.
Isaac dropped the box on Antony’s desk. Then he drove his hand into the box and came up holding a gun. “Were you looking for this?”
Antony yanked open the drawer. The drawer that should have contained a gun. Only it didn’t.
“Because I found it when I was