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didn’t know I froze your
home. Don’t worry; I’m sure the fires will be burning again soon.”
He clenched a fist to his chest. “Ouch.
But, in case you misheard, I’m from
Texas
,
not hell.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.”
“Tell me something, LeBenoit.”
“What?”
“You married? Have a man at home
waitin’ for you?”
Sean Forrest flashed before her eyes.
She’d had everything planned down to the last detail. And then…
“No,” she forced out. “No man at home
waiting.”
“I’m not married either.”
“I didn’t ask. I’ve heard your
reputation.”
“Not all reps are true.” He stared
directly into her eyes.
She understood he was trying to tell
her he wasn’t such a womaniser. “I guess that’s good.”
“Gin.”
Serefina grumbled and counted up her
points. They finished the game talking about small, inconsequential things, and
yet, she found herself being drawn to him more and more. Once the arrogant
attitude got stripped away, Taber was a very interesting and fun man. After the
third game, she stifled a yawn and he put the cards down after shuffling them.
“Thank you for spending some time with
me, SA LeBenoit. You should get some sleep.”
“Goodnight, Kysenzki.”
Empty bottle in hand, she strode to the
door and slipped through to her own room. Not much later, she crawled into bed.
As it had the previous night, sleep remained elusive. The very knowledge that
Taber lingered on the other side of the door didn’t help.
Geez,
Serefina, you’ve got it bad. Didn’t Sean teach you anything?
Apparently, if he had, she’d forgotten
it. Because now, Sean had resurfaced and here she lay at three in the morning
pining after a man who worked for the agency she swore she’d never get
personally involved with.
A knock came to the door, but before
she could get up, it swung open. Sebastian stood there. Behind him she could
see both Taber and Tucker, who looked exhausted.
“Can I help you?” she asked, rolling to
her feet and glaring down her nose at him. How dare he burst in here.
“Where is he?”
She shook her head. “Where’s who?”
“Forrest.”
“Don’t you have recon on him?”
“Yes, but his tracker says he’s here.”
Taber seemed a bit more interested in
the conversation now.
“Well, he’s not. In fact, no one was.
Which is how I sleep, alone. But if you want to search the room, go ahead.”
She stood by the wall as all the lights
came on. Taber’s gaze was upon her, but her thoughts remained focused on Sean. Why would his tracker be in here? It hit
here. The hug. Bastard! Keeping her
face calm, she waited until Sebastian stopped searching.
He stomped over to her. “Have you been
in contact with him recently?”
“No sir,” she vocalised on a growl.
“Are you sure?”
His snide tone pushed her to the edge.
And she bristled. Her already strained nerves frayed faster than she could
repair them.
“Don’t get on your fuckin’ high horse
with me, Sebastian Chantor. I’m here as a consultant. Not to be one of your
whipping boys. I know who I talked to and when. As I put in my report, which
you would have known if you would do your damn job, the last time I spoke with
SA Forrest—Roger—was at The Klink. It was in a back room and all we did was
arrange breakfast for another info gather. Then I left.”
She could feel the heavy weight of
Taber’s assessing gaze. Like he knew she withheld something. But she refused to
look at him, instead holding Sebastian’s weasel-like glare.
“Now that you’ve interrupted my sleep
and tore up my room, can you leave so I can try and get a few winks before my day starts again?”
Face red with either anger or
embarrassment, Sebastian did as she asked. The second she closed the door
behind him, she ran for her backpack.
“Conniving little bastard.”
Hidden up under the bag hook sat a
small bug. Removing it, she placed it on the bed and dug into the bag’s
interior. Half a sandwich from earlier.
home. Don’t worry; I’m sure the fires will be burning again soon.”
He clenched a fist to his chest. “Ouch.
But, in case you misheard, I’m from
Texas
,
not hell.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.”
“Tell me something, LeBenoit.”
“What?”
“You married? Have a man at home
waitin’ for you?”
Sean Forrest flashed before her eyes.
She’d had everything planned down to the last detail. And then…
“No,” she forced out. “No man at home
waiting.”
“I’m not married either.”
“I didn’t ask. I’ve heard your
reputation.”
“Not all reps are true.” He stared
directly into her eyes.
She understood he was trying to tell
her he wasn’t such a womaniser. “I guess that’s good.”
“Gin.”
Serefina grumbled and counted up her
points. They finished the game talking about small, inconsequential things, and
yet, she found herself being drawn to him more and more. Once the arrogant
attitude got stripped away, Taber was a very interesting and fun man. After the
third game, she stifled a yawn and he put the cards down after shuffling them.
“Thank you for spending some time with
me, SA LeBenoit. You should get some sleep.”
“Goodnight, Kysenzki.”
Empty bottle in hand, she strode to the
door and slipped through to her own room. Not much later, she crawled into bed.
As it had the previous night, sleep remained elusive. The very knowledge that
Taber lingered on the other side of the door didn’t help.
Geez,
Serefina, you’ve got it bad. Didn’t Sean teach you anything?
Apparently, if he had, she’d forgotten
it. Because now, Sean had resurfaced and here she lay at three in the morning
pining after a man who worked for the agency she swore she’d never get
personally involved with.
A knock came to the door, but before
she could get up, it swung open. Sebastian stood there. Behind him she could
see both Taber and Tucker, who looked exhausted.
“Can I help you?” she asked, rolling to
her feet and glaring down her nose at him. How dare he burst in here.
“Where is he?”
She shook her head. “Where’s who?”
“Forrest.”
“Don’t you have recon on him?”
“Yes, but his tracker says he’s here.”
Taber seemed a bit more interested in
the conversation now.
“Well, he’s not. In fact, no one was.
Which is how I sleep, alone. But if you want to search the room, go ahead.”
She stood by the wall as all the lights
came on. Taber’s gaze was upon her, but her thoughts remained focused on Sean. Why would his tracker be in here? It hit
here. The hug. Bastard! Keeping her
face calm, she waited until Sebastian stopped searching.
He stomped over to her. “Have you been
in contact with him recently?”
“No sir,” she vocalised on a growl.
“Are you sure?”
His snide tone pushed her to the edge.
And she bristled. Her already strained nerves frayed faster than she could
repair them.
“Don’t get on your fuckin’ high horse
with me, Sebastian Chantor. I’m here as a consultant. Not to be one of your
whipping boys. I know who I talked to and when. As I put in my report, which
you would have known if you would do your damn job, the last time I spoke with
SA Forrest—Roger—was at The Klink. It was in a back room and all we did was
arrange breakfast for another info gather. Then I left.”
She could feel the heavy weight of
Taber’s assessing gaze. Like he knew she withheld something. But she refused to
look at him, instead holding Sebastian’s weasel-like glare.
“Now that you’ve interrupted my sleep
and tore up my room, can you leave so I can try and get a few winks before my day starts again?”
Face red with either anger or
embarrassment, Sebastian did as she asked. The second she closed the door
behind him, she ran for her backpack.
“Conniving little bastard.”
Hidden up under the bag hook sat a
small bug. Removing it, she placed it on the bed and dug into the bag’s
interior. Half a sandwich from earlier.
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