A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for this next chapter, I have been so busy but I've been working constantly on this for the past few days to try to get you guys a chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this, let me know what your thoughts are. I love hearing your feedback. I'm also working on a super long one-shot for you guys as well so hopefully I'll be publishing that soon as well. Enjoy!

We've been in Colorado for a week now, Amy arrived three nights ago with a surprise neither Chloe or I were expecting. At first I thought it was a horrible idea, letting Aubrey and Stacie come along, but even though it was two extra people to look after it made Chloe happy. She had so much to deal with the past few weeks and even if it caused Amy and I to do a little more work, it was good for her to have people she cared about with her.

Amy, Aubrey and Stacie decided to stay in the guest house, and Chloe and I had the main house to ourselves. Jason was right about the security system, sometimes it would even go off if a fox or deer would step on the property, which was a little annoying but it was better to be too safe than not safe enough. For the first time, it felt like we could actually get some semblance of relaxation.

Chloe and I hadn't really gone out much since arriving, usually if we needed anything Amy would go out and sometimes take Aubrey and Stacie. We didn't want to draw attention to ourselves and since the tabloids had some weird fetish over mine and Chloe's relationship, we didn't want to be recognized by someone and have them write about where we were. It was better if the people after us still thought we were in Miami. I'm sure they had some idea that we weren't there anymore, but now they didn't have anything to work with.

It was about noon and Chloe and I were in the entertainment room watching a movie. Well, Chloe was watching a movie and I wasn't really paying too much attention, more focused on the redhead who had her head resting against my shoulder than the film. She must have noticed my gaze because she looked at me with a pout on her face.

"You're not even watching," she whined, her bottom lip jutting out to form an adorable frown. "This is the best part of the movie!"

"Movies aren't really my thing," I confessed with a sheepish grin.

"We could have done something else. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm content just being here with you."

I leaned my head down and kissed her softly. It was meant to be a short kiss, but the sigh that escaped her lips sent a jolt through my body. I placed my hand on the side of her face to pull her closer to me, deepening the kiss. I felt her tongue brush against mine and I couldn't stop the moan that tore from the back of my throat.

We had gotten pretty comfortable with each other over the week since we arrived, taking it day by day like we agreed. We would kiss and hold hands, most nights we'd even sleep in the same bed just because we'd talk until exhaustion hit us. It never got much further than a little bit of making out, but this felt like it could be leading to something more.

Chloe broke the kiss, and I was about to protest but before any words could come out of my mouth she positioned herself so she was straddling my waist. Desire coursed through my body as we shared heavy, passionate kisses. Her hands were clutching the lapels of my flannel, and I could feel her hips starting to grind down into me.

I trailed my kisses across her perfectly structured jawline and down to her neck, where I found a seemingly sensitive spot about an inch underneath her ear and sucked and nipped at her neck. I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing and where this was heading, which is probably a good thing because if I was I probably would have been an awkward, fumbling mess. For the first time in a while my mind wasn't racing in a million different directions– there was something about Chloe that just made me feel at ease.

I placed my hand on the back of her neck before bringing myself back up to capture her lips in another heated kiss. I could feel her start to fumble around with the buttons of my flannel, and I could feel my heart rate skyrocket because this was actually happening right now. It wasn't a dream or hallucination, Chloe Beale was actually trying to undress me, and I could not have been more okay with it.

Usually it takes me a while to get to this point, mostly because I don't want people close enough to me to be able to be intimate with them. But Chloe was like a drug, and a little taste wasn't enough. I wanted her in every way possible, wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to memorize every inch of her skin and every thought that crosses her mind. Everything.

"Woah bitches! Please keep your clothes on!" Amy shouted from the doorway of the entertainment room.

We jumped apart from each other and saw that Aubrey and Stacie were standing there as well, Aubrey looking a little embarrassed and Stacie looking at us with an approving smile. I could feel my cheeks start to blush, and one quick glance at Chloe and I could see her face was just as red.

I got up from the couch, not looking anyone in the eye, and quietly mumbled something about having work to do. I didn't look back at anyone before practically sprinting to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and rested against the door to breathe, getting my thoughts in order and getting my heart rate back to its normal pace. I wasn't ashamed to be caught kissing Chloe, but I could not handle the awkwardness in the room, and my natural instinct was to get the hell out of there.

I felt a knock at the door and opened the door to see Chloe, smiling shyly. It was honestly too god damn adorable. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the bedroom.

"Sorry that they walked in on us," Chloe said, closing the door behind her. "I don't want you to feel embarrassed."

"No, I don't. I was honestly just afraid Aubrey was going to projectile vomit on us," I teased. "And I do need to check out the information your dad sent me about who had access to my car before it was given to us."

"Would you like some company?" She asked as she sidled up next to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Absolutely."

We had been sitting in my room for a couple hours, she had been reading This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald and rubbing my back as I went over the paperwork Jason had sent me, trying to find any type of lead to who put that tracker on my car. He even went one step ahead, finding the videos that the surveillance cameras picked up in the parking garage at the White House where my car was kept.

My stomach rumbled from hunger. I hadn't eaten since 7 o'clock in the morning and I was just noticing now that it was almost 3 o'clock, having been so focused on work time had gotten away from me.

"Someone sounds hungry," Chloe chuckled, placing her book on the bedside table. She leaned over and kissed my cheek as I continued to watch the surveillance cameras. "You want me to go make us some food?"

"Food sounds amazing right now," I smiled, turning my head to the side to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Keep up the good work. I'll be right back," she said. She got up from the bed and went towards the kitchen.

I rubbed my temples and let out a deep sigh, getting frustrated by finding no leads so far to help us figure this thing out. I had been watching the tapes for almost three hours, and still nothing.

But when I focused back to my computer, I noticed a car pull up in the parking garage next to mine. The man got out and I recognized him. It was Justin, the man I fired at the first meeting I had with the entire secret service team. Something wasn't right about this, he wasn't authorized anymore to be there. I remember him vividly, his voice echoing in my brain over and over.

"You'll pay for this, bitch."

When I watched him coincidentally drop something next to my car, that's when I knew. It was him. He put the tracker there and he has been the one that has been getting these people to follow us. I closed my laptop and practically sprinted to the kitchen where Aubrey, Stacie, Amy, and Chloe were.

"I know who it is," I uttered, feeling the tension in the room grow thick. My heart was pounding, and I could tell the others in the room were just as scared as I was.

"Who is it?" Chloe asked, breaking the silence after a few moments.

"Justin, the guy I fired my first day."

"What does this mean? What do we do?" Aubrey was the next to ask questions.

I pondered those questions for a while, honestly not really sure how to process this newfound information. I had a feeling someone we knew was the one causing this, but having it confirmed made my stomach churn uncomfortably. I knew what I had to do, but I knew that the people in this room with me were not going to be happy with it, especially Chloe.

"What this means is I have to return to Washington D.C. immediately. Alone."

"Why alone?" Chloe questioned, and I could hear the panic in her voice and it made my heart pang with hurt and regret, knowing she wasn't going to like what I have to say.

I locked eyes with her and tried to convey everything I felt for her in that moment, because God only knows when I'd get to see her again. I wanted to say so much, but then it would feel like I was saying goodbye, and I couldn't bear the thought of that.

"Because this isn't about you guys anymore, this is about me now. They want me," I explained. I let the weight of my words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I have to go alone because I'm going to give them what they want. I'm going to give myself to them."

This was the only way it could go. My job is to protect Chloe at all costs, and I should have known from the start that the cost would be my life. But this was it, this was the only way I could get in and take them out for good. This is the way it had to be. And if someone had told me from the start that I would probably have to die in order to save Chloe Beale, I would do it all over again.