Free Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance) by Claire Adams

hard to ensure
I would understand enough about his travels to know when he would be coming
home. As we got off the phone, I continued to drive right to the airport. Just
by luck I saw Chris’s jeep sitting in an unusual spot on the airplane tarmac.
There was no way I could get to it and instead I just had to observe from afar.
    I pulled my car up in a wooded area near the cargo
loading planes. I just wanted to see if I could figure out what was going on
and why Chris was involved. But it was impossible to see what was happening.
    It was impossible to even know what people were in the
plane or what was going on during this trip he was going on. I wanted to be
supportive, but I couldn’t trust anyone yet. There was just a lot going on for
the kids lately and I didn’t have the energy to trust people. I watched in
silence as the ten duffle bags were unloaded from the Jeep to the new cargo
plane. I assumed the bags were still full of guns, but I had no way of knowing
for sure.
    I continued to watch as a group of other men, who
looked very similar to Chris, arrived and started to load themselves onto the
cargo plane. The men all seemed to know each other very well.   Whatever these guys were doing for a job, it
seemed pretty dangerous. They all were bringing on black duffle bags that
seemed to look a lot like the ones that Chris had had in his home.
    I closed my eyes briefly to imagine what these guys
needed all these guns for. Nothing that I could think of seemed like a very
legitimate business. Although I was sure that somewhere there was a fake
twitter account for these guys and their sexy hot bodies. The other men were
the first to get on the plane and Chris seemed to be in charge so he waited and
got onto the plane last. I watched each of the body guards intently as their
muscular bodies seemed to have no problems with anything that came their way.

 

Chapter 21

 
    I watched as the private plane took off and I couldn’t
help but think that something illegal was going on. There was no way Chris worked
for a police department or even a special agency; they didn’t let their men
travel on private jets. It was hard to differentiate between the Chris I knew
and the Chris that I saw loading up guns onto that private jet. The Chris
loading up guns seemed very deadly. The look on his face was serious and he was
not someone you would want to mess with. The Chris I knew was kind and caring
and willing to carry an injured woman a half of a mile to her home.
    I turned my car around and made my way back home. There
was no use trying to figure things out right then, Chris said he would be gone
for a couple days and that meant I wouldn’t hear from him that whole time. At
least we had gotten to talk a little bit before he left.
    The next day I was preparing my photos for my art show
and I got a Skype call from Chris.
    “Hello,” I said as I held the phone up to my face.
    I had never Skyped anyone and wasn’t even sure why I had the app on my phone. Probably something
Rebecca thought I needed. When I bought my phone she had made sure to install
every possible application she thought I would want to use.
    “Hey, I promised to do better. So here I am,” Chris
said.
    He was wearing a t-shirt and looked very casual in a
hotel room. I couldn’t help but smile at the effort he was making to stay in
touch. I also couldn’t help but wish I was in that hotel room with him. I bit
my lip as thoughts of him naked rushed through my mind. His smoldering brown
eyes looked at me as if I was the only woman in the world. It felt good, but it
felt like he could tell exactly what I was thinking.
    “Where are you?”
    “Chicago.”
    “Doing anything fun?” I didn’t want to come out and ask exactly what he did for work or why he
was in Chicago, but I desperately wanted to know.
    “Nope. How about you? That’s a sexy top, let me see
it.”
    I was out in my garage and wearing a torn up old t-shirt. I had gotten it while visiting Paris and