I watch Ford pace back and forth. Every now and then he stops and I know he's listening to his earpiece. Than he mumbles something in response, but I can't hear what he says. My head is still spinning after all that's happened today, but one thing is for sure: he wants me. Really wants me.

I glance over at the clock. How am I going to make it until midnight? I know my mind should be somewhere else. I should be worried about the threat around us, but all my thoughts are focused on him. Although it's pretty normal behavior because I'm usually daydreaming about him. But now my...