Charlie
“You okay with doing this?” I ask as Annabel seats herself in front of the laptop and cracks her knuckles. She told me she thought of a way to hack the CIA that would be untraceable.
“Hacking our employer? We’re not going to hurt anything. If there’s a cover-up here, I wanna know.”
Her lower lip juts out a little. My brave, beautiful girl.
Except she’s not mine. I can’t have her, can’t keep her. I clear my throat.
“All right. Show me your father’s file.”
“Your wish is my command.” She quirks a pert little grin. “You really like giving orders, don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” I murmur, distracted by her fingers dancing over the keyboard, slender and graceful. If I told her to turn around and touch me instead, they’d feel so…
“Charlie?”
I search my memory for the echo of what
