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his bike.
What the hell had he gotten into?
Fiona stared at the pile of clothes on her bed.
If she had to pick up and move right now, if Nova had found her, what should she bring?
Clothes to blend in, regardless of where she was. Jeans. A few shirts. A few pairs of slacks. Blouses. Yoga pants.
Fuck, the bag would be too big. She needed to be able to literally run if it came to that, and one hand would already be dedicated to her kit. There was no way she was leaving that behind, even if she did have to junk it and start from scratch.
She should call the Marshalls. That was the logical thing to do. It’s what she should have done when Marco left, but all she could do was pace the house, trying to figure out where the cameras were.
A knock at the door made her flinch and take a step toward the bathroom.
Her phone vibrated with a text message from Marco.
It’s me.
Shit.
That was fast.
She’d thought she’d have more time. She was torn where he was concerned. On one hand, she was grateful he’d been here, that he knew what to do, that he’d jumped in ready to protect her. On the other, he knew too much already. What was supposed to be a one-night thrill was becoming dangerously close to something else.
What if Marco knew more? What if his expert friend had found out something new? She had to know if she was jumping at shadows or a real threat.
She crossed the living room and approached the front door slowly.
Marco stared at the monitor camera, right at her. He was on the phone, listening.
Was it news? Already?
She needed to know.
Fiona flipped the locks and let Marco in. He nodded at her and stepped over the threshold, pushing the door shut behind him.
“Yeah…shit, okay…yeah…”
His side of the conversation wasn’t very illuminating but the stern set of his face was.
Whatever he was being told, he didn’t like it. It could have nothing to do with her. Nothing at all. Yet her gut said it did.
Marco went into the kitchen, pulled the napkin with his phone number off the fridge, ripped it up, and stuck it down the garbage disposal. It was strange, and yet…she’d done similar destructive techniques with anything that had anything remotely personal on it. Like when she kept forgetting her name was Fiona.
The phone call dragged on.
She sat on a bar stool, watching Marco stare off into space, and waited.
Maybe the call wasn’t about her at all?
What had he said about his cousin last night? Maybe it was family related?
He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the counter.
Fiona’s mouth dried up and she couldn’t speak. What if it was about her? What could they have found out in such a short time that would take that long to hash out?
“Your bag packed?” Marco asked.
“Not really. How bad is it?”
“Bad.” Marco gripped the counter with both hands and stared at her. “Scott is a corporate spy. It’s his job. He goes into companies, get their secrets and turns them over to the competition. What my guy thinks is that Scott’s been hired by one of NueEnergy’s competitors. The transmitter is sending to a shell company owned by a shell company that down the line is owned by Good Global.”
Fiona’s mouth worked in silence, she couldn’t form words.
This was…fantastic news. The best.
Oh my God.
She could kiss Scott, except she’d rather not.
Marco’s kisses were far superior.
She didn’t have to move. Her world would not have to be turned upside down.
Oh, thank goodness!
The Marshalls would grumble, there’d likely do a security sweep, they might insist she move, but she was okay. They weren’t going to turn her life upside down again.
Marco was suddenly next to her, his hands wrapped around hers.
“Scott used you, Fiona. I’m sorry. There’s a lot my guy is guessing at, but he’s not often wrong. He’ll get to the bottom of this, I swear.” He was so serious, so…earnest. He almost looked…responsible. Then again, he was a SEAL and worked
What the hell had he gotten into?
Fiona stared at the pile of clothes on her bed.
If she had to pick up and move right now, if Nova had found her, what should she bring?
Clothes to blend in, regardless of where she was. Jeans. A few shirts. A few pairs of slacks. Blouses. Yoga pants.
Fuck, the bag would be too big. She needed to be able to literally run if it came to that, and one hand would already be dedicated to her kit. There was no way she was leaving that behind, even if she did have to junk it and start from scratch.
She should call the Marshalls. That was the logical thing to do. It’s what she should have done when Marco left, but all she could do was pace the house, trying to figure out where the cameras were.
A knock at the door made her flinch and take a step toward the bathroom.
Her phone vibrated with a text message from Marco.
It’s me.
Shit.
That was fast.
She’d thought she’d have more time. She was torn where he was concerned. On one hand, she was grateful he’d been here, that he knew what to do, that he’d jumped in ready to protect her. On the other, he knew too much already. What was supposed to be a one-night thrill was becoming dangerously close to something else.
What if Marco knew more? What if his expert friend had found out something new? She had to know if she was jumping at shadows or a real threat.
She crossed the living room and approached the front door slowly.
Marco stared at the monitor camera, right at her. He was on the phone, listening.
Was it news? Already?
She needed to know.
Fiona flipped the locks and let Marco in. He nodded at her and stepped over the threshold, pushing the door shut behind him.
“Yeah…shit, okay…yeah…”
His side of the conversation wasn’t very illuminating but the stern set of his face was.
Whatever he was being told, he didn’t like it. It could have nothing to do with her. Nothing at all. Yet her gut said it did.
Marco went into the kitchen, pulled the napkin with his phone number off the fridge, ripped it up, and stuck it down the garbage disposal. It was strange, and yet…she’d done similar destructive techniques with anything that had anything remotely personal on it. Like when she kept forgetting her name was Fiona.
The phone call dragged on.
She sat on a bar stool, watching Marco stare off into space, and waited.
Maybe the call wasn’t about her at all?
What had he said about his cousin last night? Maybe it was family related?
He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the counter.
Fiona’s mouth dried up and she couldn’t speak. What if it was about her? What could they have found out in such a short time that would take that long to hash out?
“Your bag packed?” Marco asked.
“Not really. How bad is it?”
“Bad.” Marco gripped the counter with both hands and stared at her. “Scott is a corporate spy. It’s his job. He goes into companies, get their secrets and turns them over to the competition. What my guy thinks is that Scott’s been hired by one of NueEnergy’s competitors. The transmitter is sending to a shell company owned by a shell company that down the line is owned by Good Global.”
Fiona’s mouth worked in silence, she couldn’t form words.
This was…fantastic news. The best.
Oh my God.
She could kiss Scott, except she’d rather not.
Marco’s kisses were far superior.
She didn’t have to move. Her world would not have to be turned upside down.
Oh, thank goodness!
The Marshalls would grumble, there’d likely do a security sweep, they might insist she move, but she was okay. They weren’t going to turn her life upside down again.
Marco was suddenly next to her, his hands wrapped around hers.
“Scott used you, Fiona. I’m sorry. There’s a lot my guy is guessing at, but he’s not often wrong. He’ll get to the bottom of this, I swear.” He was so serious, so…earnest. He almost looked…responsible. Then again, he was a SEAL and worked
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