fists, facing off with the super soldier standing outside the laboratory. “Gonsalves, how the fuck did you find us?”
Preacher stepped into view, his rifle in hand. “Carlton. He got infected and sang like a bird to get the cure.” Gonsalves held up a couple of zip ties used for handcuffs. “We’ll be taking you into custody, now turn around. If you’re lucky, the two of you won’t be tried for treason. Not that I’d object to it.”
Chapter 12
Amelia stretched out her legs, crossing her feet on the top of her coffee table. The news droned on in the background.
“And the CDC is asking everyone with these symptoms to report to an emergency control center immediately. This new strain of swine flu is dangerous, and can be deadly to those with lowered immunities. The government is making it mandatory for anyone who believes they are infected to come in for treatment.”
“Swine flu? I wonder if that was Max’s idea.” Amelia snorted and clicked off the television.
She glanced at the wall clock, her nerves twisting a tight ball in her stomach. The call had been the hardest one she’d ever made, but a necessary one. Her gritty eyes were a testament to lost sleep beyond what her body could handle.
Maybe he won’t show? Doubts clouded her mind until she massaged her temples, a headache pounding beneath her fingertips. Morris had told her that he loved her, and she had turned her back on him.
A knock sounded on the door and she jumped, her heart rate skyrocketing. She rubbed her clammy palms against her jeans and went to answer the door. Morris’s blue gaze met hers.
“Hi, Amelia.”
“Hi.”
He rocked back on his heels. Dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, he looked casual. And calm…unlike her.
“Can I come in or…”
She blinked. “Yes, sorry.” She waved him inside. “Have a seat anywhere you like.”
He walked over to her couch and sat down, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. She sat opposite him in a recliner.
“Have you heard the news recently?” she asked, tucking her hands between her knees so he wouldn’t see them tremble.
“About the new strain of swine flu?” Morris chuckled. “What else could they say? A zombie virus?”
“True, true.” She couldn’t quite meet his penetrating gaze.
“Well, I just got off the phone with Reed,” he said. “They’ve tracked down both Doc and General.”
“Good.”
Silence stretched between them.
“Amelia?”
She dared to look up.
“Why did you call me over?”
The million dollar question. She took a deep breath. “I needed to tell you…” She licked her lips. “I mean, when you told me you loved me I was blindsided.”
His foot bounced up and down. “I didn’t mean to upset you, but I wanted you to know the truth.”
She clasped her hands in her lap, staring at her laced fingers. “I love you too,” she blurted before the words failed her. Morris remained quiet, and she looked up, finding a mix of hope and disbelief in his gaze. “And I don’t know what that means for us. I don’t know how we can combine worlds.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “You’re making it more complicated than it has to be, darlin’.” He reached out and took her hand, his fingers warm as they wrapped around hers. Electricity sizzled at his touch. “Let’s worry about today, and only today.”
He moved to his knees before her, reaching up to cup her face. His thumb brushed over her mouth and he pulled her forward. The kiss unfurled desire she’d spent days repressing. She kissed him back with all the wonderful feelings swelling within her heart. All the love she’d denied for the other super soldier since leaving Project Terminal.
“Say it again, Amelia. One more time,” he whispered against her lips.
“I love you, Gabe. Now let’s go to bed.”
“Whatever you want, darlin’. I’m yours, wholly and completely.”
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