Truth or Lies?, A. Gomez [reading an ebook .TXT] 📗

leave so soon? I wanted to thank them again for letting Samson out.” I went to look out the window.

“They have to get ready for tonight,” Josh answered, picking up his bags.

“Tonight? What, they have dates?” I was getting excited for Davis, especially after our conversation about him not being able to meet too many girls.

Josh laughed, “No, they have the night shift for watching your house and the perimeter. We have two agents out there now. You just haven’t noticed them.”

“You mean they’re outside in a car just watching me and my house? Have they been there from the beginning of all this?”

“Well, technically they’re watching us, the house, and the perimeter and they are not in a car. It’s better if you don’t know where they are. And no, they were just assigned to this today due to the circumstances.”

“I just don’t know how to feel about that,” I declared. “I guess I’d better cancel my booty call for tonight,” I said, winking at him.

“You’re not funny, Isabel,” he said, his face quickly turning sour.

I snickered. “I think I am.”

“Never mind,” he said, irritated. “I’m putting my things in your spare bedroom.

“Sure thing, I’ll just order the pizza and put the beer in a bucket.” I ordered the pizza online and placed the beer in a bucket full of ice. I took the bucket, paper plates and napkins to the living room and arranged everything just so. Josh was lighting the fireplace.

“Mmm-hmm, you read my mind,” I said with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve used the fireplace but maybe twice since I’ve lived here. I’m always afraid I’ll fall asleep and forget to turn it off.”

“I’m here now, baby, and I’ll take care of things.” He gave me that boyish grin I liked.

“Pizza is on its way,” I told him. “I’m just going to take a quick shower and get into my jammies. I promise I won’t take long. Answer the door when it gets here. In the meantime, why don’t you get comfy too? Okay?” I started toward my bedroom when it hit me…was I being too bossy again? I whirled, my hands clasped. He was still standing by the fire. “Oh, Josh! I’m sorry! Was that too bossy? I didn’t mean it if I was. This is supposed to be your birthday celebration and I think I sound like I’m barking orders at you. I’m sorry.”

He walked over to me, his face gentle, taking my hands and kissing them. “It’s okay, green eyes, I don’t mind. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me being in your home. Go shower. I’ll get my jammies on too and I’ll meet you back here.” I sighed gratefully.

I took fifteen minutes in the shower. I always felt pretty calm and relaxed after a hot shower. I put on a cute nighty, nothing revealing or sexy, yet pretty, with my short cashmere robe. I brushed my hair and was putting lotion on my legs when Josh came knocking at my door.

“I’m in the bathroom. You can come in,” I called out. He walked in, his pajama bottoms hanging off his hips and no shirt on. Oh, my. Mister Adonis left his shirt off on purpose…I was sure of it. My eyes went directly to his six pack and pecs. Looking that good should be a sin. He was standing in the doorway of my bathroom looking irresistible. I was wide-eyed and mesmerized at the sight of him. I drank him in as if I were crazed, dying of thirst. He was telling me something but I just didn’t hear it. I was utterly distracted by his beautiful, muscular build. I wondered if all those gorgeous muscles ran down his legs too? I finished with the lotion and headed out of the bathroom. I sat on my bed, hopelessly trying to focus on whatever he was saying.

“Isabel, you’re not answering,” he declared.

“Huh? I’m sorry, can you repeat that? My mind was somewhere else.” That was an understatement.

“The Chinese Triads. I just received information about the Triads and how there are different kinds. I was hoping you could elaborate and give me more specific information.”

“Oh, sure, I’ll try my best. Just let me close my drapes right quick,” I said, my Texas accent coming out. I could feel Josh grinning behind me as I walked towards the windows.

“Does everyone in your family sound like you?” He was sitting on my bed.

“No,” I sighed. “They sound worse. Especially my Daddy. Everything with him has to be a car analogy or a football analogy, and when it’s mixed in with his twang it sounds hilarious at times.” I smiled at the memory. “For example, he might say to my mother, ‘straighten up, woman, or I might have to trade you in for a newer model.’” I used the best deep voice I could muster.

Josh was rolling with laughter on my bed. “And the football analogy?”

“Oh, yeah, he once told her, ‘Baby doll, wear that little black dress I like for the party tonight.’ My mother then comes out with a little red dress and he exclaims, ‘Oh shit! You did an audible on me.’”

“Well, I think you sound just fine, Isabel,” he said through his laughter.

“Thank you,” I said bashfully. “Since I moved here I try hard to keep my accent from being so prominent but sometimes I get too relaxed.”

“I’d love to meet your father. I think we’d get along great!”

I smiled, crinkling my nose at him. I got my laptop off my dresser and hopped into bed next to him. I sat cross-legged with the laptop in front of me, waiting for it to boot up. Josh was reclined, looking relaxed with his legs stretched out in front of him but he looked pensive.

“Isabel, your bed feels amazing. It’s as if I’m