“Of course,” I said instead.
The officer from earlier was waiting outside the door and escorted me through the busy station. My eyes flitted around the space, taking in the chaos surrounding me.
My attention was diverted to the far end of the room and to three men who were involved in a scuffle.
“Let me the fuck go,” a familiar voice shouted over the noise.
Every eye in the room turned to Sebastian, who was held back by two police officers who weren’t going to be able to contain him for much longer.
“Sebastian,” I gasped, slack-jawed, staring at him.
His head snapped up and his eyes found mine, holding me captive. My steps faltered and I stopped, not caring whose way I was blocking.
No way was he able to hear me, but as much as I was drawn to him, he seemed to know when I was in the room. He pushed at his arm, and the officer to his left lost his grip. As soon as one of his arms was free, Sebastian easily stepped out of the other officer’s hold.
Not wasting any time, Sebastian rushed to where I was still standing, blinking at him like an owl. He crushed me to him in a tight embrace once I was within reach, the air in my lungs escaping in a wheeze. But I didn’t care, holding him just as tightly.
“What are you doing here?” I asked once he loosened his arms. He was still holding me close, but I could look at him if I tilted my head back, which I did as soon as I was able to.
“I heard they brought you in,” he growled, looking unhappy about this latest development.
“I had to answer a few questions, but they let me go again,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek, needing to feel him.
He closed his eyes when I made contact, leaning into my touch. He turned his head and kissed my palm, making it tingle.
“Agent York,” someone barked next to us. “Can you explain to me why one of the officers has a sprained ankle and the other what appears to be a bruise on his jaw?”
Sebastian sighed and turned to the voice, tugging me into his side.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to take her in. And those two idiots had it coming. I told them to let me go,” he said.
“I’m your boss. I don’t have to justify my actions to you. Now unhand the girl and get your ass into my office.”
I recognized that voice. It was the other guy I didn’t know talking in Smitty’s office when I overheard them. And Sebastian was somehow connected to him.
This day just keeps getting better and better. What’s next? A unicorn taking a shit in my front yard?
“Ms. Lindberg, everything okay?” the officer accompanying me asked, watching the scene play out with interest, just like the rest of the office.
“I’m fine,” I said, stepping out of Sebastian’s warm hold. He seemed ready to pull me back to him but was interrupted by another reprimand.
“Agent York,” angry guy hissed. “Get. Your. Ass. Into. My. Office.”
And that was when it clicked. Agent York. That had to be Sebastian. He told me his last name was Jones. But I guess he couldn’t have used his real name while he was undercover. I wondered if his first name was Sebastian or if that had been a lie too.
I silently said goodbye to his beautiful abs, godlike arms, and soft, full lips that I’d never touch or kiss again. Because this was worse than anything my imagination could have come up with.
“Nora, it’s not what you think,” Sebastian said when he saw the expression on my face.
“So you’re not an FBI agent who went undercover at a motorcycle club to catch my ex and whoever he was working for?”
“Well, yes, but that has nothing to do with us.”
“So you didn’t use me to get to him?”
“Kind of, but it wasn’t like that.”
I put my hand up, stopping him from saying anything else and making me cry in front of the whole police station. “No. I’m done. No more.”
And with that I walked away, blinking more than necessary. I’d almost made it out of the police station when I heard shouts behind me.
“Agent York, come back here.”
Then a hand on my arm stopped me from opening the door, turning me the other way. And I was once again facing Sebastian.
“Not how this is going to end,” he growled in typical Sebastian fashion. “I’ll take you home, and then we’ll talk.”
No way was that happening. I was all talked out. Done. Finished.
“I’ll be fine. Stella said she’ll pick me up.” I didn’t need him all up in my space.
He ignored me and instead started walking, taking me with him.
“Didn’t you hear me? I already have a ride,” I said, trying to free myself again.
“I know you do, because I’m your ride.”
“Let me go,” I called out as we made it outside and crossed the road. “I’ll find my own way home.”
His bike was nowhere in sight; instead, he stopped next to a huge black monstrosity. The truck was about three times the size of my little car and looked brand-new.
Opening the door for me, he helped me up. Once I was in my seat, he closed the door and climbed in on his side.
“You don’t need to explain. I understand,” I said, understanding nothing at all. But the last thing I wanted was to listen to lame excuses that would hurt me even more.
In response, he interlaced his fingers with mine, not giving me a chance to pull away. “I don’t think you do.”
I messaged Stella to let her know I was on my way home. She responded immediately and told me the kids were asleep and that they could stay with her and Mason. Instead of messaging back
