precious daughter. I’d accept the consequences of my actions. But with Dad months away from retirement, I couldn’t take that chance.
I forced myself to nod. “That’s true,” I said, my voice stiff sounding even to my ears. “Do you have other guys besides me out here, sir?”
He looked at me, his eyes so like Carrie’s it gave me the creeps. Even though they were the same shade, they were completely unreadable to me. He also had a way of staring me down that made me want to confess all my sins. Hard. Cold. Calculated .
He clenched his jaw. “Have you seen anyone else following Carrie lately?”
“Just thought I saw a few shadows moving.” I shrugged. “Could’ve been my imagination.”
“Keep an eye on it. As of now, you’re the only one out here.”
Thank fucking God. “I will, sir.”
He tapped his fingers on the door. “If you need backup…”
“I don’t. I’m fine.” I adjusted my seatbelt again. “If that changes, I’ll let you know.”
“Are you juggling the Marines and my daughter with ease?”
Was it just me, or was that question rife with innuendo? “Yes, sir. I have to report for duty this weekend, but I’m sure she’ll be fine without me watching her. She’s proved to have a remarkably good head on her shoulders. You must be very proud of her.”
The senator smoothed his jacket, a look of pride taking over his face. Not a smile, but the closest thing I’ve ever seen from him that wasn’t directed toward his family. “Indeed, I am.”
“As well you should be, sir.”
He looked out the window. “Your father says hello.”
I swallowed hard. Part of me had hoped he would have come here, too. I missed him. “I look forward to seeing him once I return home for the holidays.”
“He was going to come along, but something got in the way.” The senator turned away, his jaw hard but his eyes somehow softer. “Something unavoidable.”
“Oh?” I loosened my seatbelt, my heart quickening at the odd reply. I hadn’t heard from my father a whole lot lately, and it hadn’t even registered on my radar with all the other shit I had going on, but now it was glaringly clear. “And what would that be? Is everything okay with him, sir?”
He looked back my way, and the momentary flash of emotion had dissipated. The relentless politician I was accustomed to had returned. “I think that’s something you need to talk to him about.”
That didn’t sound fucking good at all. What unavoidable thing could my father have had come up? “I’ll call him after breakfast, sir.”
“Good.” Senator Wallington looked out the window again, giving me a reprieve from the nonstop scrutiny. I’d never seen the man so damned restless before. “I have to say, I had my suspicions in coming out here. Suspicions that led me to come out here directly.”
And just like that, my heart stopped beating, then painfully accelerated. “Sir?”
“I knew Carrie was hiding something. I came here because I knew she wasn’t being completely honest with me, and now I know what she’s hiding.”
My chest squeezed tight. “What would that be, sir?”
“Don’t you know already?” He leaned closer, eyeing me like a predator with its prey. “I think you do. I think you know exactly what I want to know, and you’re going to tell me every detail without leaving a single thing out.”
“I don’t know what you want to hear from me, sir,” I forced myself to say. My voice sounded pretty damn calm. I leaned back against the seat, even though I wanted to bolt and warn Carrie. My heart pounded in my ears, echoing like a drum solo in an empty room. “I’ve been doing my job. Watching your daughter. Keeping her out of trouble.”
He leaned forward and gripped my shoulder far too hard to be comforting. “Well, tell me everything you know.”
This was it. This was the fucking beginning of the end. Even knowing this, I forced myself to calmly ask, “About what , sir?”
He narrowed his eyes at
I forced myself to nod. “That’s true,” I said, my voice stiff sounding even to my ears. “Do you have other guys besides me out here, sir?”
He looked at me, his eyes so like Carrie’s it gave me the creeps. Even though they were the same shade, they were completely unreadable to me. He also had a way of staring me down that made me want to confess all my sins. Hard. Cold. Calculated .
He clenched his jaw. “Have you seen anyone else following Carrie lately?”
“Just thought I saw a few shadows moving.” I shrugged. “Could’ve been my imagination.”
“Keep an eye on it. As of now, you’re the only one out here.”
Thank fucking God. “I will, sir.”
He tapped his fingers on the door. “If you need backup…”
“I don’t. I’m fine.” I adjusted my seatbelt again. “If that changes, I’ll let you know.”
“Are you juggling the Marines and my daughter with ease?”
Was it just me, or was that question rife with innuendo? “Yes, sir. I have to report for duty this weekend, but I’m sure she’ll be fine without me watching her. She’s proved to have a remarkably good head on her shoulders. You must be very proud of her.”
The senator smoothed his jacket, a look of pride taking over his face. Not a smile, but the closest thing I’ve ever seen from him that wasn’t directed toward his family. “Indeed, I am.”
“As well you should be, sir.”
He looked out the window. “Your father says hello.”
I swallowed hard. Part of me had hoped he would have come here, too. I missed him. “I look forward to seeing him once I return home for the holidays.”
“He was going to come along, but something got in the way.” The senator turned away, his jaw hard but his eyes somehow softer. “Something unavoidable.”
“Oh?” I loosened my seatbelt, my heart quickening at the odd reply. I hadn’t heard from my father a whole lot lately, and it hadn’t even registered on my radar with all the other shit I had going on, but now it was glaringly clear. “And what would that be? Is everything okay with him, sir?”
He looked back my way, and the momentary flash of emotion had dissipated. The relentless politician I was accustomed to had returned. “I think that’s something you need to talk to him about.”
That didn’t sound fucking good at all. What unavoidable thing could my father have had come up? “I’ll call him after breakfast, sir.”
“Good.” Senator Wallington looked out the window again, giving me a reprieve from the nonstop scrutiny. I’d never seen the man so damned restless before. “I have to say, I had my suspicions in coming out here. Suspicions that led me to come out here directly.”
And just like that, my heart stopped beating, then painfully accelerated. “Sir?”
“I knew Carrie was hiding something. I came here because I knew she wasn’t being completely honest with me, and now I know what she’s hiding.”
My chest squeezed tight. “What would that be, sir?”
“Don’t you know already?” He leaned closer, eyeing me like a predator with its prey. “I think you do. I think you know exactly what I want to know, and you’re going to tell me every detail without leaving a single thing out.”
“I don’t know what you want to hear from me, sir,” I forced myself to say. My voice sounded pretty damn calm. I leaned back against the seat, even though I wanted to bolt and warn Carrie. My heart pounded in my ears, echoing like a drum solo in an empty room. “I’ve been doing my job. Watching your daughter. Keeping her out of trouble.”
He leaned forward and gripped my shoulder far too hard to be comforting. “Well, tell me everything you know.”
This was it. This was the fucking beginning of the end. Even knowing this, I forced myself to calmly ask, “About what , sir?”
He narrowed his eyes at
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