He was acting like a damn fool. If he weren’t thinking with his heart and with his dick, he’d have interrogated the hell out of her by now. Have whatever secrets she was hiding laid out on the table like a Thanksgiving feast.
But where Sienna was concerned he was soft and too emotional. If he were smart he’d pull himself from the operation right now. Especially now that they’d slept together. It was too risky being as emotionally involved as he was. But he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t leave her alone with a group of operatives, especially when she was convinced one of them was out to get her.
He pulled back and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. His gut clenched at the gratitude and hope he saw in her eyes.
“In the meantime Quinton will take blood samples from the shifters and have them sent out to the P.I.A. lab,” he said. “Which, might I add, they ultimately would’ve ended up with your father anyway.”
She shook her head. “It won’t be enough.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“I…” Her eyes squeezed shut. “I have no idea, actually. But I just feel it in my gut.”
Feel it in her gut? Really? And that was supposed to be good enough for him?
God, how could he want to throttle a woman and kiss the hell out of her simultaneously? He wanted to be able to promise Sienna he wouldn’t tell the other agents, but that would be a lie. He had to. Was required to. To do otherwise would be to risk his position within the P.I.A.
“Well we’ll just have to see. I want to go make sure the officer made it back to his patrol car and didn’t report anything that’ll get us in trouble.”
Sienna’s eyes widened. “Do you think he would’ve?”
“No. He should’ve reported exactly what Quinton told him to. That nobody’s seen a pretty little blonde like the girl in the picture.”
“Pretty huh?” She flushed and looked down.
Right, as if Sienna didn’t know how gorgeous she was. Warrick bit back another short laugh and stepped back from her.
“Try not to get into trouble, Sienna. If you really don’t trust anyone, then stay in the room.”
“So you do agree then—”
“I’m not agreeing to anything. But if you’re worried, that’s my advice.”
She gave a brisk nod and slid her gaze around the room. “I can try.”
Warrick bit back a sigh. Unfortunately, try wasn’t good enough. But then with Sienna, he’d take what he could get for the moment.
Chapter Fourteen
It was too damn quiet. Sienna brought her nails to her mouth and almost started to nibble, before thrusting them back into her pockets and resuming her pacing of the living room.
Most of the agents—besides Hilliard, who’d stayed inside to watch her—were out tending to the shifters. Rumor had it the female might not live to see the morning. Her stomach clenched and she cast another glance at the clock on the wall. Almost seven. Time was running short.
Why hadn’t her dad answered the phone? Quinton had placed numerous calls to her father since yesterday afternoon when Warrick had promised he’d try. Unease stirred inside her and she bit back a groan. Her dad wasn’t the biggest gadget guy, hated being at the beck and call of a cell phone, but generally he remembered to carry it with him.
If she hadn’t been standing nearby when Quinton had made the calls, she may not have believed he’d actually done it. There was something off about the guy. It wouldn’t have surprised her in the least if he hadn’t followed through on his promise to call.
Her thoughts shifted to Warrick and she groaned at the immediate warmth that filled her cheeks. The only time she’d seen him was when they’d slept in the room together last night. He’d taken the floor again—obviously didn’t want to be anywhere near her in the bed.
It had stung. That he could so easily forget what had happened between them. Seemed to have no interest in touching her again. Apparently, for him, it had just been an itch. But then she shouldn’t have been surprised. She knew some men were like that, losing interest in a girl just after they got them into bed.
She was determined not to let Warrick see just how much that moment at the river had affected her. Changed her. She couldn’t look at him without remembering what it felt like to have his mouth on her. His hands pleasuring her. And the weight of his body on top of hers.
So not the memories I need right now.
“You’re going to pace a hole in that rug,” Agent Hilliard drawled softly. “Maybe you should sit down for a bit.”
Sienna jumped, her sensual thoughts rapidly disappearing. She felt the blush in her cheeks deepen as she shook her head and cast a glance to where the agent stood near the window, arms folded as he stared outside.