All Chapters of Pelican Bay Security: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"What?" Cammie sticks her hand over her ear and looks into the hallway with wide frantic eyes. "I'll be right there."I reach out to grab her but she dashes by making her way out the door and leaving me alone with only my red hands and one pissed off looking GQ model who is definitely a spy."Um, it's not what it looks like." I hold my hands up letting him see I didn't take anything, but it doesn't make Graham's face soften.His lips form a straight line only broken when he speaks. "That's interesting, because it looks to me like breaking and entering."Bile tumbles around in my stomach, threatening to come up and land on the floor next to the broken bottle of shaving cream. "I swear it's not that. There was a suspected water leak on the radio and I came in to check, but then Cammie left. Now you're here and there's no shaving cream on the floor so that's good. Carpet is expensive."As the words tumble out of me in a jumbled mess, he closes the door behind him without turning

"This is crazy." After Graham followed me out of the dining room after our blackmail date, he practically demanded I give him a real date.And so, I agreed.I didn't even make a fight or pretend like I wasn't interested. I still haven't worked out if he is mysteriously hot or scary hot, and I think deep down inside I'm curious enough to find out. Will he wine and dine me or lock me in a kidnapper van with shag carpeting and no windows?Cammie sighs as she tugs on my hair, her fingers flying through the strands as she braids it in some kind of elaborate design. She promised my medium brown color would make me look like a feisty Katniss when she finished. "It's romantic.""How exactly is getting caught snooping in his room and then blackmailed into a date romantic?""It sounds like the opening to a romance novel. You and the hero have an unlikely first meeting, but over time the two of you fall in love and eventually he sweeps you off your feet and takes you home where he is th

"You're seeing the spy again?" Cammie asks, waving her hand in front of her face and pretending to fan herself."Shhh. Lower your voice. He's not and yes." If he were a spy, it's not like he'd tell me anyway.Her eyes narrow as she studies me and worry builds in my stomach. I love Cammie even though she gets me into trouble, but that girl could make money as a human lie detector. She has to be part gypsy because half the time she knows what I'm planning to do before I do."Is he blackmailing you?" She stares for a moment longer. "Because he is hot, but he caught you in his room with a B&E.""Me?" I whisper shout and then quickly look around to make sure there were no guests in hearing range. It can never get out that I was in someone's room when I shouldn't have been. The consequences would be dire for the bed-and-breakfast and myself."Where is he taking you?" she asks leaning against the front desk, her eyes never wavering. Human lie detector.I shrug. "I have no idea."

My nose crinkles at the odor floating up from the room vents and floor. It's a cross between a cigarette and a dead skunk, as if somebody found a piece of roadkill, rolled it up and decide to smoke it. The thought alone makes me gag.I'm not a person to smoke recreational weed myself, even though it is legal, but even I know what it smells like. Although this stuff is expired. Can weed expire?But where would it be coming from? Even though the drug may be legal in Maine for personal use, it doesn't mean they can smoke in the bed-and-breakfast even in the privacy of rooms. We're a no smoking facility. This building has been around for over one hundred years. It's kindling.I follow the putrid smell out into the hallway, my nose taking in all the scents around me like I've turned into a bloodhound drug-sniffing dog. Thinking of that, what happened to all those canines now that weed is legal? Did they ship them to other states? Or do they use them to sniff out large quantities of po

"Are you sure you want to meet my friends?" Graham runs his fingers through his dark hair smoothing it back.I nod like a fool caught up in his spell. I've never met a man who can make such a simple action so overwhelmingly intimate."Yup." As if I'd say anything else.He gives me one last look, waiting for me to change my mind, and when I don't, we walk through the big doors of the bed-and-breakfast out into the cold afternoon. Before we cross over the covered patio, he takes my hand into his. Our arms swing together back and forth as we walk.Normally, I want to stay inside and avoid the cold as much as possible, even on a rare afternoon off, but the last few days I've ventured out to spend time with Graham. You would think your body would get used to the sudden drop in temperature, your skin hardened against the bite of the cold wind. But it doesn't. The air is as frigid for me today as it was yesterday. Possibly even colder. My skin still hurts and with each breath it feels