Chapter 188

ABIGAIL FORCED HER HANDS to relax, her toes to not tap.

She should have left as soon as Luke shut the door to go get breakfast. Her contact was ready whenever she arrived. The new identity, her money, it was a fifteen-minute jog away. And instead of doing the smart thing, she'd gotten more towels.

Stupid, girl. Hearts get you killed.

"Zain's not going to waterboard you. I'd kick his ass before it ever got that far." Luke reached across and grasped her hand.

Abigail shouldn't smile or get the warm-fuzzies from that sort of statement-but she did. What did it say about her life that professions to not be waterboarded were romantic gestures?

"I prefer my ass not kicked." Zain pushed the room door shut behind him. "Morning."

"You know how to knock, motherfucker?" Luke let go of her hand and stood.

"Wasn't sure if you'd hear it."

Luke pulled one of the chairs over, allowing Zain to join them. He had a large tablet in hand and a grim look on his face.