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Was that a flash of hurt in his eyes?
“You’ve met my dad.”
Only once, in the aftermath of a Blackwood case. He’d shown up at the office to thank Emmy for her assistance, a gesture that had surprised everyone.
“That’s different. He was part of an investigation.”
“And you were going to take Kellan.”
“As a paid assistant.” Hawk would really go with me? I’d never even considered asking him because I assumed he’d hate the idea. Mom would lose her mind if she saw the tattoos, and even in the shirt, he still came across as intimidating. On the positive side, Jasper would bug out if Hawk looked at him funny. “My parents are super judgmental. They’ll interrogate you and probably drop in a few snide insults, plus my mom will mention my biological clock at every possible opportunity.”
“Babe, I’ve survived several actual war zones, and I’m also experienced with undercover work. I can handle anything they throw at me.”
“Can you handle being called Kellan? Because that’s who they think I’m bringing.”
A shrug. “Yeah.”
Hawk and I had never even shared dinner before. Could I honestly make it through six whole days with this man and his overwhelming pheromones? And more importantly, if I passed up the chance, would I later regret it? Almost a year ago, I’d asked myself the same question in the parking lot outside the Brotherhood of Thieves, and my decision to take what Hawk offered had certainly paid off.
“Fine. Fine. Come if you must. Can we go in your truck?” Mainly because I’d always wanted to drive a giant pickup, but I didn’t actually want to own one. Parallel parking wasn’t my strongest suit. “We’ll need to hurry. I’m already late.”
“Where’s your stuff? I’ll put it in the back.”
A road trip with Hawk… I knew that whatever happened in Maine, things could never be the same again.
6
AGATHA
“Babe, you want breakfast?”
“Huh? Where are we?”
“We just went past Baltimore.”
With awkwardness simmering between us, I’d figured that feigning sleep would be the best idea, but it seemed I’d been a little better at it than I’d anticipated. Was I hungry? Last night’s dinner had been a bag of potato chips, so yes. Plus I needed to use the bathroom.
“Is there somewhere to stop?”
“There’s a diner ahead.”
Hawk pulled into the near-empty parking lot, and I climbed out, grateful for the opportunity to stretch my legs. Now what? I knew every inch of this man’s body, but I’d barely scratched the surface of his mind. Apart from my pussy, what did he like to eat? He could be a militant vegan for all I knew.
But no, he settled opposite me in a booth, and when the server came over, he ordered a three-egg omelette with coffee. I picked the Belgian waffles with maple syrup. If ever there was a day I deserved carbs, it was this one. Crushing a Xanax and sprinkling it over the top was also tempting.
“Is there anything you don’t like to eat?” I asked.
“Grits. Don’t think they serve them here, anyway. Why do you ask?”
“Because I know next to nothing about you, and we have to pretend to be a couple. We’ll be expected to know each other’s dietary habits.”
“So, what do you like to eat?” Hawk smirked. “I know you’re not vegetarian.”
“Do not say that in front of my family.”
“I’ll be on my best behaviour. Scout’s honour.”
“You were a Scout?”
