Trey: Red, Hot & Blue, Book 1 by Cat Johnson Read Free Book Online Page A

when he ended the all-too-brief kiss.
    She didn’t slap him. That was good. Carly would have to get used to him casually touching her the way a husband would. Better to practice here than in front of the target. If she weren’t able to handle this, he would much rather find out now instead of in front of the enemy.
    He tried not to think about the fact he just plain liked kissing her. Jack had been right when he said she was a really good kisser. Trey’s stomach clenched and he pushed thoughts of Jack and Carly out of his mind. This mission required one hundred percent of his concentration. He’d have to deal with any ramifications when they returned, and they would return if he had anything to say about it.
    Carly was quiet. Too quiet and a little stiff.
    “Everything all right?” He brushed a finger down her cheek.
    Her answer was a far-from-convincing nod.
    Reaching down, he took her hand and squeezed it. “You’re doing great.”
    She swallowed before answering. “Thanks.”
    They breezed through the final security check with the couple’s documents, expertly altered by Matt to include their own photos. The bastard had been right about airport security. Even with Carly’s nerves apparent, the agents didn’t look too hard at an all-American happily married couple traveling together.
    Trey carried their bag, or rather the single piece of luggage belonging to the real couple they were impersonating, onto the aircraft. They’d have to change into the Smiths’ clothes before landing and hope at least something fit well enough to be convincing. Otherwise they would have to wear their own clothes, but the less they deviated from the real couple’s original plans and looks the better.
    Matt and his magic computer had made sure the pilot was clean. He was actually also ex-military. Trey figured he and Carly were able to feel moderately safe on the flight while they memorized their fake histories.
    As they waited for take-off, she sat in the seat next to him and read the file. She raised an eyebrow. “My name is Candi with an ‘I’ and I was a stripper before I married you? Oh, that’s just lovely.”
    He laughed. “I can’t wait to see what kind of wardrobe is waiting for you in that suitcase.”
    She scowled. “Just don’t expect me to dance for you or anything.”
    “We’ll see.”
    Carly smacked him on the leg at his little joke. He grinned, happy she was loosening up a bit. Her playful side was just as appealing as the rest of her. Pushing her appeal out of his mind, he tried to concentrate on his own file. He was having a lot of trouble doing so.
    Since he was already thinking about her anyway, he figured he might as well put his arm around her. Strictly for practice, of course.
    Without raising her eyes from her file, she commented on his action. “No one can see us here. We don’t have to act married now, you know.”
    “Yes, we do. You still tense up every time I touch you. You have to stop.”
    Now she did look at him, but not in a nice way. Her brows knit above her gorgeous eyes. “I do not tense up.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, you do. It’s slight, but I feel it.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Well, if it’s so slight no one else is going to notice.”
    “We can’t take a chance.” He sobered at that reminder.
    Serious now too, she nodded. “I know.”
    “Good.” He didn’t say what he was thinking, that knowing and doing were two different things. Then he decided to push her a little further, strictly for the sake of the mission, of course. “Kiss me.”
    With a slight look of surprise, but without hesitation, she leaned in and brushed her lips across his gently. Then she pulled away. “Ha. That was another test. You thought I would fail, didn’t you?” With a humph, she returned to her paperwork, looking very satisfied with herself.
    Trey felt like an absolute shit, not to mention a rotten friend, a pitiful soldier and not all that great of a man right now, but he couldn’t help