noting the way his eyes cloud over. “Who are you?”
“I’m Cage Murdock,” he replies quietly. “Your husband.”
A growl of frustration rumbles within me as I shake my head. “No. I mean… who are you really?”
His expression turns grim. “We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do,” I retort, my anger growing profusely, although I have no idea why. I just know that Cage is not who I thought he was.
“Cage,” a man says from behind me. We both turn to see an FBI agent. “I’m going to need to take Jaime in to get her statement.”
Cage issues a growl of frustration, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah…okay.”
He then takes my arm, pulling me slightly toward him, but not so much that I’ll jerk away, which is my inclination. “This is Agent Brandeis. You go with him, and I’ll be along shortly.”
Something comes over me, and I jerk out of Cage’s hold. Whirling on the FBI agent, I ask, “Will you please just give me a few moments with my husband?”
Granted… I almost spit the words “my husband” out.
Agent Brandeis nods. “Sure. I’ll wait over by the door for you.”
I watch as he walks away, then turn my gaze over to the rest of the action. The other FBI agents are cuffing the men who kidnapped me. The other two men dressed like Cage converse with my brother.
I need to know what it all means.
Pushing past Cage, I stomp over toward the wall, next to the broken window my husband came crashing through like Rambo or something, then move even farther away so no one can overhear us.
Cage follows. When he’s close enough, I demand in a harsh whisper. “I need to know right now… who are you?”
“I’m an agent for a private security firm called Jameson Force Security,” he says, his eyes pinned on mine.
I shake my head, confused. “What does that even mean?”
“It means we provide a wide variety of services for the private sector. It could be something as simple as providing security for a VIP to contracting with the government to going into foreign lands to battle terrorism.”
My eyes go round as I gape at him. Cage fights terrorism—that’s about the farthest thing from a used-car salesman as possible.
“I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to tell you for a very long time,” he says.
“Bullshit,” I snarl. “You’ve been keeping this a secret for a very specific reason.”
“Because I was afraid of losing you,” he insists. “That’s the only reason.”
“I don’t buy it.” I cross my arms over my chest, trying to think back over the last several weeks if there were signs I missed. Then an idea strikes. “You married me with this lie between us.”
Cage’s face flushes. “I’m sorry.”
“You absolute son of a bitch,” I yell, and it’s loud enough to carry so everyone hears it. “You tricked me. Deceived me. I don’t know what your end game was in all of this—”
I stop, a sudden idea horrifying me.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, taking a step back from him. “You used me to get to my brother, didn’t you?”
To my surprise, Cage rolls his eyes. “Your brother isn’t high enough on the bad-guy scale to even interest my company.”
“I don’t believe you,” I reply, because how can I believe anything he says?
“Look,” Cage says, his voice sounding tired and defeated. I have no sympathy for him because I am beyond exhausted myself. “Let’s talk when we get you back to our apartment.”
My head shakes hard, hair flying, and I hold up a hand. “Wrong. That’s my apartment, and you’re not welcome there.”
Cage’s eyes narrow and turn dark. “That’s not fair, Jaime. You’re not giving me a chance to explain.”
“You’ve explained it well enough. You’ve lied for weeks, and you were too cowardly to come clean. You think I want to be with someone like that?”
Cage just stares at me, either unwilling or unable to argue. He merely lifts his chin toward Agent Brandeis. “You better go.”
I couldn’t agree with him more. I turn on my heel, and don’t even look back as I walk away from him.
CHAPTER 23
Cage
I should be on cloud nine that we pulled off a clean, efficient, and best of all, safe rescue of Jaime. The bad guys are headed to jail, and my wife finally knows the truth about me.
And she is pissed.
I’d expected that, but what I wasn’t ready for was how much her disappointment affected me. I thought I’d be dealing with anger, but I wasn’t thinking that she