Read Online Desire Unmatched: 4 (Coded for Love) by Lynne Silver - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Lynne Silver
Ads: Link
He stepped onto the
official compound, feeling the echo of the gate clanging shut in his bones. For
better or worse, he was officially found now. Let the fun and games begin.
* * * * *
“Where is he?” Emma burst into the main office’s conference
room and scanned the room, half expecting Xander to be in his usual corner with
his arms crossed around his chest. He wasn’t.
Shep and a few other soldiers looked up as she filled the
space in front of the doorway. They were huddled around a laptop and Shep had a
phone handset to his ear. He held the speaker side to his chest. “He’s en
route, Emma. It’s a waiting game now.”
“But he’s all right?” She stepped farther into the room and
placed a hand on the back of one of the rolling chairs circled around the large
laminate table.
Shep put the receiver back to his ear and pointed from Adam
to her, which she guessed meant Adam was supposed to give her information. Or
kick her out of the room. Adam obviously understood Shep’s silent signals, for
he stood and came around the table to talk.
She tried not to shrug off his large hand when he gently
placed it on her shoulder as he explained Xander had freed himself and was
already flying home from France on a private government plane heading to New
York. Shep was on the phone organizing his flight from New York down to
Baltimore.
“You can wait with us here or go back to your apartment.
It’s going to take at least another six hours.”
She glanced from the stuffy conference room to her school
bag full of books and pencils.
“I’ll send Loren to keep you company,” Adam said, correctly
interpreting her hesitation as fear she’d go insane waiting alone. Ever since
she’d spent all those months in a small cell as Paulson’s captive, she hated
being alone. Nights were the worst. She tended to keep the telly running all
night.
She wondered if Xander had been isolated during his
captivity and if he’d hated it as much as she had. Probably not. Her moody match
probably loved being alone for hours on end.
Wow, where was the bitterness coming from? Xander had been
held captive and likely tortured. He needed her sympathy and support, not her
sarcasm.
“I…I’ll go back to my room, but I’ll keep checking in.” She
turned from Adam and left the conference room, walking down one long hall, then
making a right to the hallway leading to her borrowed room. Once in her small
apartment, she dumped her school bag on the floor next to the door and
collapsed onto the futon. Six hours to kill. What could she do to fill the
time? The right thing would be to get started on the essay for her lit class.
It was due in three weeks and she hadn’t picked a topic.
She pulled out a notepad and pen, then spent a good ten
minutes listing possible topics she could write on. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t
as if she were brilliant enough to come up with something fresh on Shakespeare.
Everything under the sun had already been said about him. Idly, she wondered
what Shakespeare would’ve thought of the Program. Barring the fact that the
whole scientific concept of it would’ve been beyond his ken, once past that, he
might have an opinion. After all, people threw the term Shakespearian
tragedy around enough. Were she and Xander in the midst of one?
She sat in the stiff chair, the sole one in her room, and
pushed back against the tiny round table she used as both desk and dining
table. The laminate wood was peeling in one section. If she wasn’t careful,
she’d get scratched. The incessantly ticking clock on the wall told her it had
been only fifteen minutes since she’d started her report. Five hours forty-five
minutes to go until Xander’s arrival.
Schoolwork was useless. She couldn’t concentrate. A knock of
the door had her jumping up to open it. She swung the door wide to reveal Loren
and Samara standing there, both with their arms filled.
She stepped back to let them in.
“We come bearing movies,” Loren
official compound, feeling the echo of the gate clanging shut in his bones. For
better or worse, he was officially found now. Let the fun and games begin.
* * * * *
“Where is he?” Emma burst into the main office’s conference
room and scanned the room, half expecting Xander to be in his usual corner with
his arms crossed around his chest. He wasn’t.
Shep and a few other soldiers looked up as she filled the
space in front of the doorway. They were huddled around a laptop and Shep had a
phone handset to his ear. He held the speaker side to his chest. “He’s en
route, Emma. It’s a waiting game now.”
“But he’s all right?” She stepped farther into the room and
placed a hand on the back of one of the rolling chairs circled around the large
laminate table.
Shep put the receiver back to his ear and pointed from Adam
to her, which she guessed meant Adam was supposed to give her information. Or
kick her out of the room. Adam obviously understood Shep’s silent signals, for
he stood and came around the table to talk.
She tried not to shrug off his large hand when he gently
placed it on her shoulder as he explained Xander had freed himself and was
already flying home from France on a private government plane heading to New
York. Shep was on the phone organizing his flight from New York down to
Baltimore.
“You can wait with us here or go back to your apartment.
It’s going to take at least another six hours.”
She glanced from the stuffy conference room to her school
bag full of books and pencils.
“I’ll send Loren to keep you company,” Adam said, correctly
interpreting her hesitation as fear she’d go insane waiting alone. Ever since
she’d spent all those months in a small cell as Paulson’s captive, she hated
being alone. Nights were the worst. She tended to keep the telly running all
night.
She wondered if Xander had been isolated during his
captivity and if he’d hated it as much as she had. Probably not. Her moody match
probably loved being alone for hours on end.
Wow, where was the bitterness coming from? Xander had been
held captive and likely tortured. He needed her sympathy and support, not her
sarcasm.
“I…I’ll go back to my room, but I’ll keep checking in.” She
turned from Adam and left the conference room, walking down one long hall, then
making a right to the hallway leading to her borrowed room. Once in her small
apartment, she dumped her school bag on the floor next to the door and
collapsed onto the futon. Six hours to kill. What could she do to fill the
time? The right thing would be to get started on the essay for her lit class.
It was due in three weeks and she hadn’t picked a topic.
She pulled out a notepad and pen, then spent a good ten
minutes listing possible topics she could write on. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t
as if she were brilliant enough to come up with something fresh on Shakespeare.
Everything under the sun had already been said about him. Idly, she wondered
what Shakespeare would’ve thought of the Program. Barring the fact that the
whole scientific concept of it would’ve been beyond his ken, once past that, he
might have an opinion. After all, people threw the term Shakespearian
tragedy around enough. Were she and Xander in the midst of one?
She sat in the stiff chair, the sole one in her room, and
pushed back against the tiny round table she used as both desk and dining
table. The laminate wood was peeling in one section. If she wasn’t careful,
she’d get scratched. The incessantly ticking clock on the wall told her it had
been only fifteen minutes since she’d started her report. Five hours forty-five
minutes to go until Xander’s arrival.
Schoolwork was useless. She couldn’t concentrate. A knock of
the door had her jumping up to open it. She swung the door wide to reveal Loren
and Samara standing there, both with their arms filled.
She stepped back to let them in.
“We come bearing movies,” Loren
Similar Books
