Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Leaning in, my lips brushed his. His hand slipped around my neck, and he deepened the kiss. A voice cleared, and we quickly broke apart.
“It’s done. Lucas Miller is the contact of the FBI. I know him personally, and he’s a good guy.”
“Is that the guy who called you to bring you on?” Kian asked.
Mark nodded. “I’m going to be staying on and helping him out. My team doesn’t need me right now.”
Kian and I both nodded.
“Your team?” Kian asked.
Mark smiled. “Yeah, my team. Anyway, I think I’ll grab my bag and head to the house. If I can make a suggestion?”
“Of course,” I said.
“I’d pack up a bag and stay at the house. Being out here isn’t exactly safe, and keeping our eye on you will be harder.”
I looked at Kian, and he nodded. “I agree. I think you’re safer at my parents’ place. We can stay in the guest house.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know they were both right. “Okay, I agree.”
Kian faced his brother. “I’ll walk you out.”
Once the door to the cabin shut, I wrapped my arms around my body and sank down onto the sofa. Closing my eyes, I fought to hold my tears back. If anything happened to Kian and his family, or the friends I had made here in Moose Village, I would never forgive myself.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I stood up, squared my shoulders, and headed into the bedroom to continue packing.
The fire crackled in the fireplace as I sat on the sofa and drank a glass of wine while Kian made us dinner. He had opted to make dinner instead. I had texted Aurora and told her I wasn’t able to make it to book club. I was sad I was missing it, and I knew Mark told me not to change my plans, but I couldn’t bring myself to go. Just when I finally started to feel like I could enjoy people and things, something had to remind me of why I was lying to everyone in the first place.
My mind hadn’t stopped replaying what I saw that night all those months ago. After months of trying to forget, now I was obsessing about it.
“You okay?”
Dragging my gaze from the fire, I looked up at Kian and smiled. “Yes. I’m just sorry I’ve dragged you into this.”
“You didn’t drag me into anything.”
I huffed then took another drink of my wine. “I’ve been going over that night in my head and I can’t remember anything different. I couldn’t see the guy, I have no idea who it was.”
“Well, you remembered the comment about him being second.”
“Second to what? The mob family? That could mean anything.”
Leaning forward, I set the wine glass down on the table. “I’m scared, Kian. I mean, I’ve been scared this whole time, but knowing how easy it was for the FBI to find me, how do I know Michael won’t be able to do the same thing?”
Kian smiled. “I don’t think Michael has the same resources as our government does.”
“No, probably not. But he could still find me.”
Kian sat on the coffee table and took my hands in his and brought them to his mouth. “Let’s just get through the interview and this weekend with my parents. I trust my brother. If he says he can keep you safe, I believe him.”
I nodded.
“Dinner is ready if you’re hungry.”
Standing, I followed Kian to the kitchen and sat down on the stool. Kian had made taco salad and my stomach growled when I looked at my plate.
Kian let out a laugh and asked, “Hungry, huh?”
“I guess so.”
We ate in comfortable silence. I had no idea what was going on in Kian’s head, but all I could think about was this situation I had gotten myself in.
“Is that all you’re going to eat?” Kian asked, pointing to my half-eaten meal.
“I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought.”
There was a knock on the door, and I nearly jumped off the stool.
Kian stood and took both plates. “It’s Mark.”
“I’ll let him in,” I said as I approached the door. When I opened it, Mark stood there with another man. He looked like he was about the same age as Mark, maybe a few years older. His blonde hair was a bit long, and he had a beard. If you pictured an FBI agent, this wasn’t what I thought one would look like. Mark was clean-cut, had short hair, and was clean-shaven. Both men looked to be in good shape, not overly built, but they for sure worked out.
“Hi, Mark,” I said as I looked from him to the blonde.
“Cadie, this is Lucas Miller. Lucas, this is Cadie…um…”
Lucas held out his hand. “First name is fine.”
I moved to the side and motioned for them both to come in. Kian stood in the living room and reached his hand for Lucas.