I grabbed up the papers from the floor and threw them on the desk before snatching up my coat and helmet. “I’ve got to go. Call me if you hear form Martin before I do.”
Alex waved me off as his phone began ringing and he answered. I sprinted down the hall and out through security, headed straight for my bike. I dialed Jenna’s number and cursed when it went to voicemail.
“I need you to get to my house and take Carter home for a while, Jenna. It’s a fucking emergency.” I ended the call and put the phone in the pocket of my leather jacket. After donning my gear, I took off like a bat out of hell. I needed to beat those papers home.
Coming to a screeching halt in my driveway, I parked my bike and breathed a huge sigh of relief to see Jenna’s BMW down the other side of the circle drive. I dashed up to the door and she was just stepping out, Carter in a carrier and a diaper bag over her shoulder.
She looked wary as I approached. “What the hell did you do, Weston?” she hissed. “Your fiancée looks like she’s ready to break.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“I—don’t worry about it. Thank you for taking care of Carter. I’ll call you later.” I lifted the carrier from her and kissed my boy’s forehead as I walked them to her car. She’d picked up a car seat to have whenever she took Carter, so I snapped and buckled him into place, kissing him one more time before shutting the door.
“I hope you fix it, big brother,” Jenna warned. “Because I’m keeping them.” Then she disappeared inside her car and drove off.
Obviously, the papers had arrived, so I didn’t rush to the door. In fact, the badass motherfucker who normally controlled my brain went running for the hills. The coward was left behind.
Fuck that, I thought, shoving the weak pussy out of the way and marching into the house. There was no fucking way anything would come between me and my family.
Chapter 10
Weston
I found Aspen curled up on the couch, her feet up and her head resting on her bent knees. Her shoulders were shaking lightly and when I heard a quiet sniff, my heart nearly split in two. My eyes darted to the coffee table and I spied an open folder, no doubt stamped confidential on the outside.
“Aspen,” I called to her so I wouldn’t scare the fuck out of her. She froze, then lifted her head and frantically wiped at her eyes.
“Don’t you think I deserved to hear about it from you, Weston?” she whispered raggedly. “Or to be at least consulted before you ditch your kid and his mother for six freaking months.”
I sighed and sat down next to her on the couch, irritated when she scooted farther away from me. My brows furrowed and all of my plans to do this with patience must have been lost in the wind during my ride home. Gripping her arms, I lifted her and slammed her sexy little bottom onto my lap. She gasped and tried to wiggle away, but I banded my arms around her and kept her locked in place.
“Aspen Kennedy, calm your ass down and let me fucking explain,” I barked. She stilled but lifted her eyes and glared at me.
“Explain what? Your ‘Kat’ called to tell you about your assignment. Oh, and by the way, she’s picking you up at the airport. Should I assume you’ll have separate beds?” She almost shrieked the last words, but tears were pouring down her face and the hiccups ruined the effect. I decided not to dignify the comment about separate beds with an answer.
“It’s a good thing she called too, or I might never have known. You certainly didn’t tell me and foolishly, I trusted you. I wouldn’t have even thought to open the package if she hadn’t spilled your secret.”
I thought about what she’d said for a second. “Wait, you found out from Kat? Kat Petrov? My handler?”
Aspen nodded and sniffed again. My arms tightened, in case she attempted to wiggle away again.
I was going to kill that bitch. I’d overlooked so much bullshit with that woman and I was done. This incident was bringing a lot of her inappropriate behavior into glaring focus.
Carefully keeping Aspen in place with one arm, I grasped her chin and forced her to look at me. “My signature was forged, beautiful. My paperwork for termination of fieldwork should already have gone into effect.”
She rolled her eyes. “Forged? You work for the damn CIA, Weston!”
I opened my mouth to respond when I was cut off by the sound of my phone. Normally, I would completely ignore it, but it could be Martin or Alex. Giving Aspen a severe look, I released her chin and dug in my pocket. I cursed in relief when I saw it was Alex.
“Tell me you’ve fucking got something for me,” I snarled.
“Martin got into the email server and all of the messages were successfully delivered and read, then deleted. But, they didn’t know how to completely wipe the evidence, not against someone like Martin.”