I donât walk out of FBI custody until noon the next day. It took some red tape to cut through, but with the recording on my phone of Senator Flack ordering his lackeys to kill me, and my boss, Agent Tentrite presenting the report I filed yesterday, they released me without charge.
Tentrite escorts me out, a comforting hand on my shoulder. âIâm sorry about wiping that file on your dad and telling you to back off. I shouldâve questioned my orders a little closer.â
âNo, I understand. You were just doing your job.â I look around the busy lobby. âWhereâs Agent Dune?â I ask. âHas he been released?â
âYes, he walked an hour ago. He turned in his resignation.â
My heart plummets. Heâll be leaving again. He has to. Just because he came back to save me doesnât mean he can stay.
And yet the idea of letting him go again is like my face scraping concrete.
I walk outside and blink in the sunlight, fumbling with my phone to call a Lyft. My ride is accepted immediately, and it tells me the driver, Tom is one minute away. I watch for the white Honda Accord, a heavy pit in my stomach.
Charlie didnât even wait for me. Did he leave a message? I fumble with my phone, trying to get onto our private server. The white car pulls up. I step toward it without looking up from my screen.
A deep, familiar voice says, âWhere to, maâam?â
My head flies up. âCharlie!â I throw myself at him with a strangling hold.
His teasing grin dissolves into something more serious. âAnnabel.â He cups the back of my head, and I wince when he touches the bruise left by Senator Flack.
âYouâre hurt.â Fury blazes in his eyes.
âFlack knocked me out.â I rub the place. âI donât know what he hit me with.â
âYou shouldâve been taken to the hospital for a once-over, not kept here overnight.â
I smile at his vehemence. âThanks, but Iâll be okay.â I look at the running car. âSo, what? You already have a new job?â
His lips twitch. âI may have borrowed a Lyft driverâs car for a few hours. I wanted to be the one to pick you up.â
âHowâd you know I ordered a Lyft?â
He shrugs. âI have my ways.â
âI was afraid you left,â I admit, dropping my eyes when my voice wobbles.
He lifts my chin. âDid you⦠want me to stick around?â
Itâs the first time Iâve seen Charlie Dune look vulnerable, and it attacks my heart in a way I didnât know was possible. It lends me strengthâcourage. I grab his shirt in both my fists and twist.
âIâm not letting you go figure your wolf thing out on your own. Iâm going with you. Wherever you go. I know you like to work alone, but thatâs tough. You might need me. Even if itâs to⦠put you down.â Itâs a lie. I could never shoot Charlie, but Iâm feeding him what I think he might accept from me.
To my surprise, he grins. âIs that so?â
I havenât seen him this jaunty since he showed up and ate my ice cream cone. Itâs a look I happen to adore on him.
I stand on my tiptoes and lean my face up to his. âYes.â
âWhat about your job?â
âIâll turn in my resignation, too.â
He claims my lips in that passionate way of hisâa firm, demanding kiss. âThatâs good, baby. Because I found out something about that bite I gave you.â
I stiffen. Oh God, Iâm going to be a wolf, too. Well, as long as Iâm with Charlie, Iâm up for anything.
âWhat did you find out?â
His gaze is tender. He strokes my cheek with his thumb.
âIt means youâre mine. Forever. I marked you with my scent so no other wolves will touch you.â
Laughter bubbles up from my lips. âWhat? Thatâs ridiculous.â
He shrugs, smiling. âRidiculous but true. And the reason I was going crazy, scratching to get in the cabin that night is my wolf had already chosen you as my life mate. He needed to seal the deal or else heâd go moon mad.â
I roll my eyes, laughing. âAnd Iâm not given a choice in the matter.â
Charlie sobers. âOf course, you are. If you tell me to go away, Iâllâ¦â He rubs his forehead. âWell, actually, Iâm not sure I can leave you now, angel. But I would do my best if you insisted.â
Iâve never felt so light in my life. The man I thought would never settle down, could never be pinned to one place or person is telling me heâll never leave. Itâs more than I ever hoped for. I choke up.
âCharlieâ¦â
He studies my face, his body language changing slightly, drawing back. âItâs okay. I wonât hold you to anything. I promise.â
âNo.â I shake my head. âI have to bear these scars.â I touch my shoulder where he bit me. âYou damn well better stick around.â
âYeah?â Iâve never seen such a wide grin on his face. Itâs spectacular.
âYeah. Iâve always wanted my very own secret agent man. Now I have one.â
âAt your service,â he murmurs, looping one arm around my waist and drawing my body right up against his.
âDid you really quit?â
He nods. âYeah. It would be hard to keep watch over you if they were constantly sending me all over the globe on missions.
âWhat will you do for work?â
He shrugs. âI have plenty of money. We donât have to work unless you want to.â
I blink up at him in surprise. âH-how?â
âSecret agent salaries can be pretty flexible, considering the job and risk involved. And my living expenses have been paid for since the day I enlisted. All my money has been in offshore accounts, growing interest. Weâre rich.â
He said Thereâs a .
I can hardly believe it. âWe are?â
âRich enough. Where do you want to live, angel?â
âI donât care,â I answer without thought. âAs long as Iâm with you.â