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 fantasies might become a reality. It changes everything.
I jump when my phone rings.
"It's the president," Ford says as he stops his pacing.
I feel my face heat as I glance down at it. Oh god. My dad. Does he know a
