I narrow my eyes at Kyle and practically spit out my disbelief. “Sommerville? Agent Sommerville? Who the fuck are you? Is your name even really Kyle?”
With each of these questions, my voice gets more hysterical.
Kyle takes my arm. My immediate reaction is to pull away, more in disgust than anything, but I’m also far too curious to find out the exact reasons Kyle had been playing me.
And ultimately, almost getting me killed.
I let him direct me back into the room. Luckily for him, he releases me the minute we’re inside. I don’t bother taking a seat because I don’t plan to be here long. As soon as he closes the door behind us, I whirl on him and demand. “Speak and speak fast. I want to get out of here.”
Kyle nods in understanding, and then completely stuns me when he says, “Your parents are out in the waiting room. I called them.”
“You called them?” I ask in disbelief.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks away from me to stand in front of the window that looks out over the darkened parking lot of the police station. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he almost knocks my feet out from under me when he says, “I was an undercover agent with the feds… ATF to be exact. I was deep undercover with a very dangerous biker gang for a few years, and just about nine months ago, we brought them all down.”
“Those tattoos,” I murmur, the very first thing coming to mind. I could never reconcile the man I’d come to know with such an evil-looking skull on his chest and a warning that he should be feared.
“Part of my cover,” he provides. “Since we made arrests, I’ve been laying low because I’m the key witness to all of it. The trial will start the month after next.”
My jaw, which had previously dropped down to my chest, draws upward and I ask, “Like witness protection?”
“Sort of,” is all he says as he turns to face me. “The man in your house tonight was sent to put a hit on me. I assume he was going to use you to draw me in.”
“How did you know he was in my house?” I ask.
“I didn’t,” he says flatly. “I knew you were hurting. I went to see if you were okay.”
“Is your name even Kyle?” I ask in a pitifully small voice.
“Yes,” he says gently and takes a step toward me. I take a step back, but he continues. “It’s Kyle Sommerville, and most of what little I told you about me personally was true, except for the fact that I have a sister named Andrea. She has no clue I’m even alive, as my death was faked when the arrests were made.”
My eyes fall to the tile floor, unable to look at Kyle anymore. Of all the things I thought he might be, it was never law enforcement. But it explains his reticence to get involved with me and his continued resolve that he was going to be leaving at some point.
Still, I feel so… so… deceived. Even though he told me he was leaving, he deceived me about why. And yes, I get that even his sister was kept in the dark, but what we had was different. We shared the deepest of intimacies, and he surely had to know that I’d never have given him up.
My nose starts to sting at the realization that Kyle would have never trusted me, and I use every bit of my willpower not to let my welling emotions turn into tears. I square my shoulders and look back up at him. He’s watching me carefully… warily.
I lift my chin. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
Kyle sighs and takes a few steps until he’s standing in front of me. “Only that I’ll be relocated tonight and held somewhere until the trial starts. Technically, you’re not supposed to know any of this, but I insisted that they let me tell you the truth—”
“The truth?” I practically shriek at him, my anger overtaking my common sense. I step into him and jab a finger in the middle of his chest. “Why tell me the truth? Is it because you trust me, Kyle? Is that it? Because you didn’t trust me enough just a few hours ago when you were fucking me. Why do I get the truth now?”
Kyle’s hand comes up, perhaps to touch my face, but I knock it away, too enraged to even give him a chance to mollify me. “I’ll tell you why you’re giving it to me straight now,” I say in a low voice seething with accusation. “Because you’re leaving and you know you don’t have to look at me again. You can leave this all behind with a little salve to your conscience that you finally came clean with poor little Jane Cresson who spread her legs for you while looking at you with starry eyes?”
“Jane, that’s not—”
My hands come up, slam into his chest, and the tears fill my eyes. My chest heaves as I lay it all out. “I cared for you, Kyle. I mean, I really, really cared for you. And you not only used me, but you also put me in danger. You got your rocks off while hiding out… just biding your time.”
“It’s not like that,” he grits out in anger.