Naked

19 What happened to Wyatt

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 Why? Why did he kill her? Why Lola? She had nothing to do with Hawk.

Fulton was not an idiot. The Colonel paid him too much for him to ever try to be one. No. There was something else going on here.

If Fulton was here did that mean that the Colonel was here as well?

'Emily'

I was pulled from my thoughts and stared at Hawk.

'My cup is full.' his voice low and calm. I turned my attention to the offending object I had overfilled.

The tea was dripping from the brim and spilling all over the table and onto the floor. I stared daggers at the liquid putting the teapot down.

'I am sorry. I will clean it'

I grabbed a handkerchief and dabbed the table, removing the moisture before it ruined his papers. I sighed deeply, my head aching now from the emptiness.

We were in his office again. Him reviewing papers I didn't even care to look at. Me serving tea and doing absolutely nothing but go over, again and again, the events of last days, trying to figure out anything. Comfortable silence had descendent between us.

Jones was still in the back room wringing information out of Fulton. I was so anxious to hear first hand what he had to say that I had stayed at the inn waiting. Three days had passed and I hadn't regretted that decision. The ghost of Lola would not haunt me here.

Every day I spent hours lurking here and there, doing everything I could to pass the time and not look suspicious. And every night I climbed in Gerard's bed.

A part of me felt guilty at how good it felt, at how safe I felt to be in his embrace and how easy he let me in it. I wondered the price I would pay for that feeling. The worst of it was that I didn't clamber in his embrace to gather information but to savour the warmth of that man.

He lied with his back to me and I held him from behind. In the middle of the night, he would switch us to settle his head in my chest. It felt...weirdly normal. It was like we had been doing this for years.

I felt a hard hand of his settle on my hip. He pulled me into his arms and sat me on his lap, his hand rose to pull my chin to the left so our gazes could meet effectively shutting all thoughts in my mind.

'A penny for your thoughts?'

My lips pulled into a sardonic smile. His hands tugged me closer and I settled my head at the crook of his neck, taking in his musky scent.

'Jones will crack him, Em. We will find out why he killed her.'

A sharp pain hit my chest as I struggled for a moment to breathe.

'I think they killed her because of Garrett.'

There. It was out. What my unconscious believed was finally put to words by my mouth.

'Tell me where to find him, Em. Then we can go back to London, where I have more men.'

But what will you do to me?

Thankfully he couldn't see my eyes to notice the silent question.

He slowly stroked my arm up and down as time passed. The soothing motion distracting me for a moment. Could I actually trust him this much? I felt so nice to be like this with him. So calm. So safe...