Classified

‘I would have done that even without you telling me,’ Harriet responded, unimpressed by his instructions. ‘Is that so?’ Dylan replied with a sly smile. As he leaned in again, Harriet quickly changed the subject. ‘General Sheppard, what’s your mission this time?’ ‘It’s classified.’ ‘Are you going alone?’ Harriet tried to pry information from him. ‘Are you worried about me?’ Harriet snorted. ‘As if.’ ‘It’s a little dangerous. If something happened to me, what would you do?’ Dylan asked, his tone more serious. ‘I’d say, good riddance,’ Harriet quipped. ‘I don’t believe you.’ ‘Believe whatever you want.’ ‘I have to go now. Time to collect my parting gift,’ Dylan said and lowered his head to kiss her. This time, the kiss was tender and passionate. Harriet’s attempts to push him away were in vain, and she found herself lost in the moment. After a lingering kiss, Dylan finally broke away and left her with a roguish smile. ‘That’ll hold me for a while. After I come back, we’ll continue where w