Survival Mission - Chapter 12
She stared at him, stalling. Once he knew whom she worked for, what would Trevor do? “You have the most ridiculously blue eyes, but you know that, don’t you?”
Sparks shone in his aquamarine irises and he took a tentative step closer, as if approaching a feral animal. “If I overheard you correctly, you were talking to Toni. Was it Toni O’Malley? Please tell me it was, because she’ll ask for more backup, add to the help I’ve already called in. Do you work for Cascade Confidential, Valerie?”
Shock pierced her fear, but she stood her ground. “What if I do?”
A slow grin spread across his face. “Then I no longer have to suspect you of narco-trafficking.”
She gasped. “You think I’m a drug runner? What the hell are you doing out here, in the middle of a group of very bad men?”
Trevor took a step closer. She continued to stay put, but she could still bolt, try to outrun him.
You don’t need to.
“I’ve worked with Kevin, on an undercover op in Seattle.” He referred to Toni’s younger brother and former police officer, Kevin O’Malley. “Everyone in LE in the Pacific Northwest knows who Cascade Confidential is, Valerie. It was founded by one of the most respected former CIA agents ever in the business.”
“H-how would you know that?” Donna O’Malley’s feats were indeed historic, and she currently enjoyed a well-earned retirement in Montana after turning the entire business over to her five children.
“Because Donna O’Malley’s accomplishments were required reading when I was in training.”
“Training for what?”
But she already knew. Hope began to blossom, and this time she didn’t try to stop it. She took a step toward him.
Trevor didn’t respond, didn’t move this time, and suddenly appeared to have all the time in the world.
She shrank the distance between them with two more steps. They were an arm’s length apart.
“Tell me, Trevor. Who are you? Who do you work for?”
Anticipation sprinkled the heady passion that raged from her center and made her knees like noodles as she fought to maintain control over her most primal urges. Unlike her usual very organized self, her emotions were spiking and dipping and whirling as her heart raced to catch up with what her mind had already figured out. It all made sense now. Trevor wasn’t one of the drug traffickers. He’d never been a threat to her. Although, any involvement with him was beyond risky. Because this wasn’t about her physical safety, or even about messing with a possible bad guy. This was all about her heart.
Trevor still didn’t reply, and she waited him out, met his gaze with hers, allowed herself to be drawn in, so deep, but not all the way. Not until he—
“I’m undercover DEA.”