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Laila stormed through her front door and slammed it shut. The quietness of her home slapped her in the face and her indignation fell away. For twenty-four hours, she’d been an optimist and thought Rock might fill some of the emptiness she carried around inside. He’d just crushed that hope to pieces. She knew better. Hope was a stupid notion in New Atlanta. She ran upstairs and collapsed on her bed.

The part of her that needed filling would always be there. Huddled in a ball, she hugged her legs and cried until she was damp from the heat in the stuffy room, and her hair stuck to the back of her neck. She’d learned years ago sleep was the only relief from overwhelming solitude so Laila gratefully gave herself to the exhaustion gripping her.

* * * *

She’d fallen asleep around dinnertime. Now, she lay awake in the middle of the night. The rest had altered her perspective. She wasn’t angry anymore. Even though what Rock had done was cruel, it was a powerful lesson that would never fade from her memory.

She tossed herself onto her back and released an exaggerated sigh into the darkness of her bedroom. She’d done it. A sense of pride in herself brought a small smile to her lips. She’d risked her life for freedom today. Laila pumped her fist in the air. She would never forget this day. Never. She’d run across a quote during her trip preparations. “Our country will remain the land of the free. Only so long as it is the home of the brave.” When she’d read it, she’d known bravery would be the only thing keeping her to her promise to help the Resistance instead of running in the opposite direction.

Ironically, she’d forgotten the most important part of the day because of the blow up with Rock. Being an Emerald meant she was no longer required to submit to mandatory birth control. With the removal of her implant, she was free to have children.

Plural.

Her chest tightened, and she laughed at herself. From celebration to near tears in four point two seconds. New record. Then, her thoughts ran full circle, landing on Rock again. That beautiful bastard was the only man she’d ever known who took her breath away.

Her reaction might have been an overreaction to the drama of the day. Rock was raised Amber, and had already been given the assignment of her protector. He expected to take care of her. To him, it didn’t matter that they weren’t actually on the mission yet.

She pulled her hand-held out of her deep skirt pocket, depressing the button to activate the screen. She spoke Rock’s name and waited for the results of her search. The first was a news feed video, detailing his capture of the first serial killer in New Atlanta since the pandemic. He’d killed the woman and received his Emerald designation because of it. The events were high profile, but she wasn’t surprised she hadn’t heard the story. During the past year, she’d been too engrossed in the final planning stage of the Fine Art and Artifacts mission.

She got out of bed, peeled a curtain back and peeked across the street. A low glow emanated from Rock’s front window.

They would be training in earnest tomorrow and would spend the next few months of their lives pretty much attached at the hip. So, avoiding him was out.

She slipped out of her skirt, let it fall in a pool at her feet, pulled on a lightweight pair of shorts and slid her toes into her flip-flops. She padded down the stairs and out the front door. Cricket sounds filled the night and her feet collected dew as she walked through the grass of his lawn. When she tried the knob to his front door, it turned, and she walked soundlessly into his home.

He sat on the couch watching the vid screen, and his gaze darted to her.

She smiled and tilted her head, trying to look cute and hoping to brush off the effects of their earlier clash. “Darn. I was hoping to catch you naked.” She waggled her eyebrows at him.

He displayed just the barest of smiles and then waved her over. “Come on.” His voice was rough. He’d been on the verge of sleep.

Instinctively, her Amber needs flared to life. The need to be smiled at, touched, hugged, fucked. This man triggered all of them. She plopped down next to him. Thigh to thigh.

Laila had dreamed about having the unconditional acceptance of a roommate relationship in Circle City. Through the years, she’d often wished she had a man watching over her, caring for her like all the other girls she’d grown up with in the Amber Zone.

Rock offered his hand, and she laced their fingers together.

“You have to tell me where you’re going before you go,” he said. “This is non-negotiable and not entirely because of what you did this afternoon. During your training, we’ll create routines that will keep both of us safer. Actions will speak louder than words between us. Sometimes the absence of a routine or a non-response to a normal everyday signal is the only warning you may be able to give. Do you understand?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds as if her simplistic view of the world tested him. When his gaze met hers again, it had softened. “Baby, you’re in the big leagues now. If he’d found that bug when he searched you, that guardsman wouldn’t have hesitated splattering your brains all over the walls.”

“I get that. Your little drama drove the fact home loud and clear.”

“Good. Now, who is your contact?” His voice was gruff, but she didn’t feel any anger in him.

“If you’re Resistance, you know I can’t tell you.” Cells were made up of individuals who didn’t know the others in their cell, unless something occurred to make it absolutely necessary. Morgan interrogated with drugs. Many Sapphire Resistance members in drug-induced stupors gave up co-conspirators, decimating a substantial portion of the Resistance in that zone.

“Do you even know the name of your contact here in Emerald?”

“Yes. And if you knew it too, it could mean a death sentence. It’s not worth the risk.”

He responded with silence.

I’m right, and he knows it.

It didn’t seem like the subject was settled as he sat there, stiffly, a million miles away.

She experienced a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

His sinking feeling.

“What is it?” she asked.

Eyebrows furrowed, he looked down at her. “How did you know to ask what?”

“Huh?”

“What did I do that prompted you to ask what just now?” he asked, over-enunciating.

Avoiding his gaze, she shrugged. She’d almost given herself away.

He grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. It seemed like he inspected every nuance while their eyes were locked until, finally, he released her. “Your risk today has already paid off. Unfortunately, the news isn’t good. We won’t be any safer from the Gov when we’re out of the city. Morgan couldn’t let us go. Couldn’t let us out of his reach.”

“What are you talking about?”

“After you left his office, I got an earful of him getting his dick sucked by none other than Sydney Parr.”

“Oh, no.” She groaned.

Rock raked his hand through his shaggy brown hair and focused on the vid screen. The flickering light tinted his face blue.

She laid her head against his arm and yawned.

“There’s something you need to know,” he said. “My father was one of the original Resistance members back when the Repopulation Laws were enacted. The history between Morgan’s father and mine seems to have aligned the stars to make us enemies. It’s like we were born to finish the struggle they started so long ago.”

“Except this Morgan is crazier than his father.”

“Yeah. And since he can’t outright murder me without severe retaliation, he placed me on the recovery team, hoping something or someone will do his dirty work for him. I’ve been on mission after mission outside the city walls. It has to be pissing him off I keep returning.

“Now you’re assigned to a mission traveling farther from the city than anyone’s gone since the pandemic.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s hoping you won’t come back.”

“His goal may be for neither of us to return, with Sydney on the mission to make sure of it. You have to be very careful with Garret. If Sydney’s being deployed on this mission to kill us, he probably is, too.”

Rock grabbed the remote off the table and flicked off the video, plunging them into darkness. “C’mere.” He shifted them around until he spooned her. With a heavy leg slung over hers, he enveloped her in solid muscle.

“So that’s it,” she said, “an old grudge started by your fathers? I had a sense something more personal was going on.”

“It’s not all, but enough of an explanation for tonight. Just be aware Morgan will never leave me alone. If I had the opportunity, I’d kill Conrad Morgan with my bare hands, and he knows it. So, he flexes and flaunts his power in my face every opportunity he gets, knowing I’ll never get close enough to make him pay for his actions.”

Laila closed her eyes and enjoyed his warm breath ruffling her hair. The slow expansion and release of his chest pressed at her back. His heavy arm slung over her waist cinched her close to him. She felt exceptionally small and perfectly safe.

“So, you can have babies now?” The rumble of his words vibrated against her back.

“Yes,” she whispered, feeling if she said it too loud, it wouldn’t be real.

“Are you going to run right out and fuck the first man you see?”

Something fluttered inside. You’re the first man I see. “If that’s your way of asking if I’m seeing someone, the answer is God no.”

“Not just no, but God no? Why so adamant?”

“Getting me pregnant is all sex with any of these boys outside Amber is good for. And, yes, I mean boys, because men should know how to give a woman an orgasm.”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard their skills are lacking.”

“You’re being kind. Not one man I’ve been with since I left Amber could get me off. Plus, every damn one of them treated me like a novelty. Brave men who took a walk on the wild side putting their dicks into an Amber. It didn’t take long to realize what was going on. Overall, it was too much effort to put in just to be disappointed once we got our clothes off.”

Rock laughed, shaking her body along with his. Laila loved the sound of it.

“How long has it been?”

She avoided the question by turning over so they lay face to face. His hard bicep was her pillow. Embarrassed, she shook her head.

One side of his mouth quirked up. “Come on. Out with it.”

“Years.”

The silence filling the inches between their faces was deafening.

“Jesus, Laila.”

She smiled. “We could be benefriends.” Immediately tensing, she prayed for the response she wanted. Putting herself out there wasn’t her style, especially when she was unsure if the interest was mutual. She’d felt his desire once, when he’d allowed his mind to wander. It had made him upset. She didn’t understand why, yet. “Don’t be scared, I won’t bite.” She snapped her teeth and laughed.

He hooked the nape of her neck and pulled her head closer to his. They were nose to nose. His eyes glittered “You’re the one who should be scared, because I do.”

He seemed surprised she didn’t try to get out of his grip. Her empathic gift flared as he channeled his pent-up sexual desire.

“Trust me, baby, you don’t want anything to do with my twisted version of sex.”

She wasn’t intimidated by his warning. She was intrigued.

He shook his head slightly. “No. No benefriends.” Between his grip on her neck, that dark sexy voice, and the fire burning so hot inside him her panties were damp, she’d almost missed his rejection. She waited for more of an explanation, but that was all she got.

He closed his eyes, shutting her out. He was done talking.

She stuck out her bottom lip and poked the hard spot at his sternum. “You’re not very nice. In fact, I’m starting to think you’re kind of mean.”

When he focused on her again, he’d donned a mask of cool indifference. “Baby, I never claimed to be nice.”

“Good, because sometimes I don’t want nice,” she whispered. His clean scent filled her nostrils. His touch nourished her, rebuilt a part that had been broken. The air was charged with her anticipation and his lust. His cock was hard and wedged between them, pressing against her belly.

On impulse, she clutched both sides of his face and kissed him.