It's Always Been You by Victoria Paige Read Free Book Online

first, but a moan escaped her, and he took advantage and plunged his tongue inside to taste her. God. The minty taste of gum mixed with the sweetness that was so uniquely Caitlin short-circuited his brain. It had been too fucking long. One hand cupped the back of her head, the other drifted to her ass as he pressed her against him, grinding them together as he invaded her mouth fervently. She kissed him back. She fucking kissed him back.
    He broke the kiss and held her eyes. “That right there tells me otherwise. We’ll find each other again. And, sunshine, you’re not building a wall between us because I’ll take it down with a sledgehammer. Fucking amnesia has nothing on us, Caitlin. What we had before was once in a lifetime. You think having it, losing it, and getting it back, I’m going to let it slip through my fingers again? You married a SEAL. We’re tenacious, persistent, and we don’t know how to fail. You think with the greatest battle in my life, and that’s winning you back—I’m going to fuck up now? Not happening. You were mine. You will be mine again.”
    She was speechless. Her throat worked convulsively as if she had something to say, but what came out was a helpless squawk. Travis grinned down at her and brushed his lips against hers.
    “Sweet dreams, babe.”
    He turned and walked away, closing the door softly behind him.

    *****
    Travis frowned at the number of the incoming call. Benjamin Porter. What did the admiral want at 3:00 a.m.? He had been planning on calling him first thing tomorrow—well, later today—after he’d gotten Caitlin all settled in.  
    “Blake.”
    “How’s your wife, Travis?”
    “She’s resting,” Travis replied. “Thanks for your help, Admiral.”
    “We need to talk.”
    “I was going to call you—”
    “I’m outside.”
    Fuck.
    “I don’t want to leave Caitlin—”
    “She turned off the lights. She’s probably asleep.”
    Unbidden anger shot straight to his head. “You’re spying on us?”  
    “I’m the CIA, Blake; what do you think?”
    Warning bells trilled through his consciousness. Something was up.
    “I’m not comfortable leaving her alone.”
    “I know. I have someone who’ll be watching the house.”
    Shit. That means they were doing the whole rolling car thing.
    Not wasting another minute, so he could return quickly, Travis set the alarm and left the house. He walked down his driveway, keeping to the shadows and spotted the black sedan parked on the street. He looked around and glanced back at his house in the direction of Caitlin’s room, hating to leave her by herself. He got into the car.
    The vehicle slowly pulled away from the curb. The interior was dark, but Travis could make out Porter’s angular features and his buzz-cut head. He wasn’t a big man, probably five inches shorter than Travis and very leanly built. However, it was a mistake to underestimate the fifty-five-year old admiral. He worked for the Navy, but in reality, he was deeply involved in CIA covert operations. He looked scholarly with his glasses, but he was as deadly as any SEAL.
    “I can’t express how happy I am that you have Sarah back.”
    “Caitlin. That’s her name now.”
    “You know why I’m here?”
    “I have an idea.”
    “You’ve asked about specter agents before. They do exist.”
    “I had a feeling they do. But I’m not clear about their purpose? How are they different from regular black ops?”
    “They’re extremely deep cover agents. They’re almost a separate entity from the CIA. They’re recruited at a young age. Most of them between the ages of fourteen and fifteen.”
    “Jesus . . . tell me you have nothing to do with that.”
    “I don’t. Not directly, and that’s all I can admit to.”
    “Is Caitlin a specter agent?” Travis already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from Porter.
    “She belongs to Project Infinity.”
    “The tattoo.”
    “Yes.”
    “Is she in danger?”
    Porter exhaled deeply. “That’s