Chapter 241

MARCO BRACED HIS HANDS on the kitchen counter, his every fiber aware of Fiona's nearness.

Why couldn't she see it? Her life was in danger. And she wanted to risk it handing in a notice? Her life wasn't worth dotting the Is and crossing the Ts.

If he had his way, he'd bundle her up on the back of his Harley and head out of town. Go back to his bunk room at Aegis and...he didn't know what, but he'd be able to protect her with the rest of his team at his back.

This was all his fucking fault.

"Marco?" Fiona's small hand rested against his back. Her voice trembled. He hated when she sounded like that.

"Fine. It's a plan." One he didn't like, but he couldn't force her to do anything.

"What's wrong?"

He straightened and turned to face her.

How could he answer that question when he didn't know the answer himself?

These urges...they went beyond wanting to protect her because it was the right thing to do. It was a...a...need.