“But we should get going,” Trace said.
Dallis nodded and started to loosen her grasp around his neck.
Before she’d fully released him, however, she looked up at his face. She couldn’t let him go without saying it.
“I love you Trace,” she whispered.
Trace looked a little surprised, and even somewhat disbelieving. Before he could say anything, however, Dallis grasped his neck in both hands and pressed her mouth against his, which she could tell also caught Trace by surprise, but he responded favourably, drawing her close to him with his hand and pressing his lips back against hers.
Dallis savoured the moment, knowing that it would very reasonably be at least a week or two before she saw him again, not to mention, it was the first time she’d kissed a man on the lips since she given Papa good-night pecks on the mouth as a little girl, and she felt that it was everything she’d hoped it would be, and more.
Eventually, however, she was forced to withdraw, mostly because she felt like her mouth was getting tired. Trace looked at her affectionately as he drew back far enough that she could see his face.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “But I’d better get going or we’re going to need a room.”
Dallis nodded and released his neck, watching as he took up the handle of his suitcase and towed it after himself to his truck, where Bentley’s man who’d be driving it for him opened the door and loaded the suitcase in before standing ready to give Trace a hand if he needed it, but Trace got up on his own easily.
The driver then closed the door and went around to the driver’s side while Trace stowed his suitcase before taking the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt. Dallis felt fresh tears come to her eyes as Trace made eye contact with her through the windshield.
She felt an arm come around her shoulders and turned to see Javor was the owner of it. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm. She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked back at Trace, who was still looking at her, and looking like he might break down too as the truck’s engine roared to life.
Trace turned and gave the driver some instructions, it seemed, before looking back at her and not breaking gaze even as the truck slowly rolled forward, passing her and Javor, as well as Ratko and a small handful of other personnel who were in the parking lot watching it leave.
Dallis watched until the truck disappeared from sight, then she turned and buried her head into Javor’s shoulder. This was certainly not how she’d expected to feel once she’d completed her first solo job.
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