“You seem to be extra happy.”
Lux’s face flushes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I sit beside her on the bench and lean back, crossing one leg over the other. “Nothing.”
It’s hard not to tease her about what I saw on the camera.
“So do you have more information?”
“I got off a call with my FBI contact and he mentioned Nolen, the broker, has this weekend off.”
Lux’s forehead furrows. “Why? What happened?”
My eyes find hers, wide and concerned. “He’s going to be in Portland to attend his grandmother’s funeral.”
She raises to her feet. “What? So we aren’t doing it this weekend?” Pacing back and forth, her nervous energy bleeds into the space between us. “I only watched last time. I need the chance to have a larger role. This is supposed to be his weekend.”
A larger role?
I raise, clasping her delicate hands in mine. “Look at me.”
“I can’t live like this anymore. I don’t want to wait.”
“Lux.” I cup her face with a gentle firmness, forcing eye contact. “Don’t worry. We’re still going to get him.”
The sharp rise and fall of her chest slows. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I reply with confidence. Her eyes bounce between mine, pleading and desperate.
Her lips rub together, and I can’t stop my focus from dropping to them. They’re light pink and slightly glassy from an unshed tear.
“What’s the plan now?”
My palms are still on her cheeks. and I can’t help myself from enjoying the softness of her skin.How long can I continue touching her before it becomes inappropriate?
“I promised we’d do this together—and we will. Sebastian and the night crew are finalizing the plan now, but we’ll be leaving tomorrow on the jet to head to Portland.”
Her eyes widen. “Jet?”
“Yes, my private plane. It will be easier to stay off the radar that way.”
Her eyelids flutter. “Okay. And then what?”
“We’ll take him to a rented motel and take care of him there.”
She lets out a small chuckle. “The ones people rent by the hour?”
I smile. “Yes.”
“All right,” she whispers.
I should probably let her go, but I can’t find it in me to do so. For some reason, I like touching her. It brings me warmth.
Lost in my own thoughts, I don’t hear what she says.
“I said, you can let me go now.”
“What?”
