Wren may not find me sexy after watching me put away the amount of food my stomach is begging me for.
“A quesadilla, no two quesadillas. Chicken. A gordita crunch. Two soft tacos, fresco style.” Gotta cut calories where I can, right? “A quesarito, and maybe one of those—”
“Hold on,” he says with a chuckle, his finger in the air to pause me. “Let me write all of this down.”
He grins the entire time I repeat my list, only frowning when I offer to pay.
“Who’s going to bring it up?” I ask after he submits the order. My mind is racing with the possibility of Jones making it past the imposing Braden in the hall. He’s FBI, after all, and I’m sure he knows a couple of tricks.
“One of the guys.” He shrugs, closing his laptop and finally walks across the room to get closer to me. “They’ll also be bringing some of your things. They pulled a bunch of stuff out of there yesterday, but they didn’t bring it straight here just in case.”
There’s so much to unpack with what he just said.
“You gave that list to one of the BBS guys?”
“Yeah.”
“They’re going to think I’m a hog!” His eyebrow lifts. “Really?”
He grabs my hand before I can smack him across the chest, but instead of looking angry at my attempt, he grins before pressing his warm lips to the inside of my wrist. I want to sigh with how good that tiny bit of attention feels.
“They won’t say anything about the order.”
“Who packed my clothes?”
“Ignacio. You met him at the wedding.”
“What?” I screech. “The sexy guy with the Spanish accent?”
His eyes narrow, but now isn’t the time to worry about some misplaced jealousy on his part.
“That hunk touched my panties?”
“I’ll kill him if he did,” Wren growls.
“So, you expect him to pack clothes with no underwear?”
He grins like he’s just now considering the possibility.
“Will you focus?” This time, in his distracted state, I’m able to make contact when I swat at him.
“I’d prefer you in my clothes or nothing at all, but I have to say, baby.” My eyes, mesmerized, follow the swipe of his tongue over his lips. “I like the temptation of you prancing around here with a t-shirt on and that sweet pussy of yours open to the air. Open to my touch.”
God, did the air conditioner in this place break suddenly.
“To my mouth.”
I whimper with need, and the grin on his handsome, stupid face tells me he has me exactly where he wants me.
Then my stomach growls again.
“Let’s go find something to watch on TV.”
“We have at least half an hour,” I whine.
“My guys are faster than Door Dash, Whitney.” He tugs on my arm, regretfully toward the living room rather than his bedroom down the hall. “And I’ll need much longer than thirty minutes before I’ll be able to pull myself away from that body of yours. Thirty minutes isn’t even long enough to eat your—”
“Enough!” He’s pulling my hands away from my ears. “Don’t say stuff like that if you’re going to force me to watch TV.”
He laughs again, flopping to the couch and patting the spot beside him. I want to be a petulant brat and sit on the recliner, but I need his closeness more than my desire to be bratty.
I can’t help the laugh that escapes my throat when he turns on Star Trek Voyager, a jab at my fake ID.
“Is there anything you don’t know about me?” I ask, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
“What you feel like coming on my cock,” he whispers in my ear, only laughing when I clench his thigh as hard as I can with my hand.
“You’re a tease,” I complain.
“I promise to follow through. Jones has gone underground.”
And that’s all it takes to put out the raging fire that’s been burning inside of me since I saw him standing at the counter earlier.
“He missed roll call at his office this morning, and no one at the Bureau has heard from him since Friday night.” Understanding the fear starting to rear its ugly head once again, Wren pulls me closer to his side. “We aren’t able to track his location because he’s dumped his government issued phone and car.”
“Any good news?” I mutter.
Just then the doorbell rings.
“Yeah,” Wren says with a grin as he extracts himself from my side. “In a couple minutes, you’ll no longer be hungry.”
As he makes his way across the room, I try to figure out a way to explain how