Page 26 of He Is Jensen: Part Two

“Not here,” he whispers against my lips. “In bed.” He pulls back to look at me. “My bed. I want you in my bed.”

Something about the possessive caveman way he makes that declaration has me darn near trembling with need. “Take me there,” I press, and I almost laugh at the pun. He lifts me from the table and draws my smaller hand in his bigger one, leading me to the door. We are so close to the point of no return, when his cellphone rings. A soft curse slides past his lips as he fishes it out of his pocket—a different phone than I’ve seen him use in the past.

“I have to take this,” he bites out, leaning against the door and pulling me close as he answers, as if he can’t stand the idea of letting me go. I love that feeling, and I curl into him, my hand on his chest…my lips on his neck.

I hear the muffled sound of a male voice before Jensen tenses. I lean back, noting the instant strain etched in his face.

“What’s the address?” he asks, then a few seconds later, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

He snaps the phone shut and surprises me by pulling me close and kissing me. “That’s in case you decide you don’t want me to kiss you anymore when I get back.” He sets me away from him and charges toward the cabinet, removing supplies.

Like that could happen. “Back from where? What’s happening?”

“That was the Vegas PD, or rather, my informant.” He grabs an army backpack from the coatrack and fills it with the supplies.

“You have an informant in the Vegas PD?”

“Yeah. A young guy with a sick mom to take care of. I pay him. He helps me save the world. It works for us.” He shoves the bag over his shoulder. “We have another potential ICE fatality. We’re struggling with the government’s incomplete medical records. I’m going to do my best to bring back the body. At the very least get blood samples. But I have to move now. The military has alerts set-up with emergency networks for anything that resembles an ICE reaction. It won’t take long for them to seize control of the patient.” He starts toward the door.

I’m in fast pursuit. “I’m going with you.”

“Oh no,” he says, his tone uncompromising. “You aren’t going. It’s too dangerous. Julian’s after you. You know this.”

“There are things I might notice about the patient that you won’t,” I argue. “We don’t have much time to figure out this puzzle, Jensen. I have to be there. I have to use this opportunity to figure out what we’re missing.”

“Even if I would consider it and I won’t, I have to windwalk to get there before the military.”

Desperation rises in me. This could be important. Critical. Our only hope. “Can’t you transport me?”

“Transporting humans comes with the risk of death.”

Urgently, I make my case. “I’m not like all humans. I’m not even like all ICE users. We’ve proven that. We can’t risk missing something. You have to take me. I’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You don’t know I won’t. One life, my life, versus the country. You know there’s no choice here. I need to go with you. We’re wasting time debating.” I grab his arm. “Let’s go.” He hesitates and I add, “I’m going to die anyway. I get to choose how. And I choose to do it saving lives.”

He holds his footing, curses, and runs a hand through his hair. “I must be insane for considering this.”

That’s as close to a yes as I’m going to get, and I act on it. I rush to the cabinet and grab some extra supplies before hurrying back to Jensen and handing them to him. “Put those in your bag.”

He gives me a brooding stare. “I swear,” he grumbles, “I’ve never known a woman who pulled my strings the way you do.”

Thinking about what Caleb said about his brother, I tilt my chin upward and repeat his words. “I take that as a compliment.”

Jensen closes his hand over mine again and pulls me to him. A smile touches my lips at his resignation. I’m about to windwalk, and I’m excited about it, not one bit scared. Seems these days I’m dying to live. Or maybe living to die. Either way—danger be damned. This isn’t about me. It’s about the world. It’s about saving innocent lives. I’m ready to find that sample.

The end…for now