In Deep with the FBI Agent Read Online Free Page B

Nothing in Casey’s voice hinted that after four years of her ignoring him in high school, they’d kissed on graduation night. A kiss, despite its brevity and regrets, that was still the hottest kiss he’d ever had. At least in his memory.
    In his memory, Casey’s warm body had pressed against his, and he’d wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. His lips and tongue had known what to do despite their relative inexperience.
    The Kiss—as he thought of it—probably hadn’t been that great. It was purely the glow of time settling on the memory. It was this kiss that kept Casey in his mind, even ten years after graduation. It kept her as the pinnacle of women and prevented him from getting serious about any of the women he dated.
    “Uh, yeah, it’s me.” Then silence.
    Way to be cool, Sam.
    Luckily, he didn’t have to say anything at first, because she launched into discussing something that let him listen to her smooth and professional voice without paying attention to her actual words.
    The second he’d picked up the phone, Sam was transported back to high school, and his stomach clenched as his sweaty palm gripped the receiver. He heard words coming out of Casey’s mouth and heard his own mouth making responses, which was tricky, considering his brain was in an alternate universe.
    “Sam, are you there?” he heard Casey ask.
    “Um, yeah. Still here,” he answered.
    “So you can do it?”
    “Yeah, of course. Wait, do what?”
    “Can you come to give a talk on careers in law enforcement on career day?” Casey asked, sounding a little impatient. “What’s up with you? I thought you would’ve changed since high school, especially being an FBI agent, but seems like you’re still living with your head in computer code.” It was something Casey had often teased him about.
    Ironic, really, since he was always on the ball and on point until she was in his space. Then he couldn’t stop staring at her long, almost-red hair and skin that looked softer than silk. As he’d gotten older, he’d also been nervous around her, waiting for her to tease him about leaving letters in her locker, but she’d never done that.
    Casey Cooper was the one woman in the world who got his hyper-focused brain to short-circuit. If that wasn’t a reason to stay far away from her, he didn’t know what was. But circumstances and the alphabet had thrown them together time and again. They always had to sit next to each other at any large school ceremony, including graduation. They were placed in the same required classes such as Intro to World History, and worst of all, PE. Freshman year, PE had been co-ed. What sadist had invented co-ed PE for high schoolers? Someone who liked to watch underdeveloped adolescent boys get their asses wiped up and down a lacrosse field in front of girls, that was who.
    Sam forced his mind back to the present day. “Yes. I can come do career day. And I’ll be at our reunion,” he blurted, and then remembered to add, “if work allows.”
    “Oh, okay great.” Casey sounded as if she could not care less. “Gotta go.”
    “Wait.” Sam remembered why he’d called in the first place. “Any chance Montgomery Prep’s been hacked recently?”
    Casey’s tone suddenly sounded a lot less distant and a lot sharper. “Why do you ask? What have you heard?”
    “I’m not at liberty to say,” Sam said cagily. It was a good tactic to let people think you knew a lot and they’d reveal more than you’d asked. Silence was his friend—an interrogation technique he’d picked up a few years back.
    “As far as I know, we’re fine,” Casey said, “but I heard about Wooton.”
    “What’d you hear?”
    “That they were hacked and the parent body is freaking out that a lot of their personal information was leaked. It’s a total nightmare. Think about how much data a school has on each student and their family.”
    There was an awkward moment of silence as they both remembered that back when