Brady shook his head. “No. I thought it best to surprise him.”
She laughed at that, knowing one thing Declan hated more than anything was surprises, especially surprises that pertained to a mission.
“Probably best. He needs to focus on Somalia.”
“I don’t know. He’s going to be pissed. He expects me to cover for you, but he’ll expect a full report from Archer.
“And I’m sure as soon as Archer is able to get hold of Declan, he’ll give him one,” she said. “For now, I’m just happy to see the end of this day.”
Brady gently tilted her chin, “And I’m relieved that you’re ending it with me by your side.”
Elena looked up. She blinked back wetness in her eyes and licked her lips. His gaze followed the movement. So when he leaned down to kiss her, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
It was sweet—gentle—like kisses she’d dreamed of, and her heart raced as feelings she’d thought dead began to tingle through her body. She felt alive. And she felt cherished. Not worthless or used. She felt…loved. And when her mouth parted on a sigh and his tongue prodded at the opening, she welcomed him and relaxed into his embrace.
A rap against the door had his roaming hands freezing where they were. He moved her toward the bathroom and gently pushed her inside.
“Stay here,” he said. “And stay quiet.”
Again, there was another knock. More aggressive this time.
Brady wasn’t helpless without a gun, but she knew he sure preferred the advantage one gave him. He swiped up a small, jagged rock set upon an executive mahogany desk. It was meant to be a paperweight, but Elena had no doubt it would become a weapon if need be. She wanted to peek through the crack in the door but understood the liability she’d become if things got ugly.