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I wish there was some way to do this
without impacting so many other people.”
“That’s not your choice to make,”
his wife said quietly. “None of us can prevent destiny and we all accept that. My
focus is you. Their focus is me. They will know as little as possible about
whatever you tell me, but we’re a team.”
“Okay.” He told her what he’d
decided about tracking her input. “I’m sure the bits and pieces will add
together in the long run,” he said. “Keeping a journal will give me a way of
going back over them to reinterpret based on new supporting information. Always
text me as soon as you get those pieces of dreams or feel off. The word ‘dream’
if that’s the case and the word ‘off’ when you can’t pinpoint what’s wrong. Yesterday,
there was a distinct correlation between what I was dealing with and what you
were feeling. You might very well help me to not overlook something that we’ll
later realize was significant. If I can text you back, I will—but don’t worry
if you don’t hear from me. Things don’t happen on any type of schedule, so
where I might be totally bored at 9:00 one night, I might be knee deep in
trying to contain something that blew up the next. All right?” Chaz wasn’t sure
he liked sounding like he was talking to one of his undercover agents. It
wasn’t the way he’d ever spoken to his wife.
“All right,” she agreed. Then, she
laughed and asked, “Would you like me to tell you what I’m going to do the next
time I see the man who is the other half of my soul?”
Chaz laughed. “Somehow, I get the
impression that you’re going to tell me anyway, and I’ll be walking around
distracted for the rest of the day.”
“Well, yeah, there’s always that
possibility. What’s wrong, Mr. Big FBI Agent? Scared to live a little
dangerously?”
“Bring it on, baby! Just know that
I will make you deliver on every word.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” She blew him a kiss,
made sure her office door was closed, and started a whole new conversation that
could have gotten both of them arrested.
CHAPTER 6
“What does it mean when you say the
project is behind schedule?” Chaz leaned forward so that his palms were resting
on the counter and he could more easily look directly into Austin’s eyes.
“It means Damien isn’t happy with
the way we arranged some of the rooms upstairs. He doesn’t think there’s enough
space set aside for body guards to be able to stay out of view but still
intervene quickly. We have to make some adjustments within the next three days.
Apparently, there is someone he wants to impress who came around a day or so
ago, and nothing can be less than perfect.” He sipped the coffee in front of
him.
Chaz took him in: determination in
his cobalt blue eyes, scruffy facial hair, and brown hair long enough to hang
over his shirt collar and cover most of his forehead if it fell into his face. The
blue jeans and big-buckle belt fit right in with the slight southern country drawl.
Yep, he was inconspicuous enough. But there was something indefinable about his
expression. Meeting him face-to-face did nothing to help the team leader
determine whether he was trustworthy. Austin didn’t flinch under the scrutiny.
“Is Granger pushing back the grand
opening of the club?”
“Naw. Everything downstairs is in
place. He’s not giving us much time to fix things upstairs, so the rooms will
only be a week late in opening.”
Chaz nodded and looked away, his
expression pensive as he pushed himself away from the kitchen counter and
crossed the sitting area to stand behind the bank of monitors on the dining
table.
“Tell me about the woman you took
upstairs yesterday,” he said without turning back to face the undercover police
officer.
“I’m not sure about her. At first
she seemed like any of the other girls that have floated in and out of the
offices at the back of the building. But, then I caught her being extra
without impacting so many other people.”
“That’s not your choice to make,”
his wife said quietly. “None of us can prevent destiny and we all accept that. My
focus is you. Their focus is me. They will know as little as possible about
whatever you tell me, but we’re a team.”
“Okay.” He told her what he’d
decided about tracking her input. “I’m sure the bits and pieces will add
together in the long run,” he said. “Keeping a journal will give me a way of
going back over them to reinterpret based on new supporting information. Always
text me as soon as you get those pieces of dreams or feel off. The word ‘dream’
if that’s the case and the word ‘off’ when you can’t pinpoint what’s wrong. Yesterday,
there was a distinct correlation between what I was dealing with and what you
were feeling. You might very well help me to not overlook something that we’ll
later realize was significant. If I can text you back, I will—but don’t worry
if you don’t hear from me. Things don’t happen on any type of schedule, so
where I might be totally bored at 9:00 one night, I might be knee deep in
trying to contain something that blew up the next. All right?” Chaz wasn’t sure
he liked sounding like he was talking to one of his undercover agents. It
wasn’t the way he’d ever spoken to his wife.
“All right,” she agreed. Then, she
laughed and asked, “Would you like me to tell you what I’m going to do the next
time I see the man who is the other half of my soul?”
Chaz laughed. “Somehow, I get the
impression that you’re going to tell me anyway, and I’ll be walking around
distracted for the rest of the day.”
“Well, yeah, there’s always that
possibility. What’s wrong, Mr. Big FBI Agent? Scared to live a little
dangerously?”
“Bring it on, baby! Just know that
I will make you deliver on every word.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” She blew him a kiss,
made sure her office door was closed, and started a whole new conversation that
could have gotten both of them arrested.
CHAPTER 6
“What does it mean when you say the
project is behind schedule?” Chaz leaned forward so that his palms were resting
on the counter and he could more easily look directly into Austin’s eyes.
“It means Damien isn’t happy with
the way we arranged some of the rooms upstairs. He doesn’t think there’s enough
space set aside for body guards to be able to stay out of view but still
intervene quickly. We have to make some adjustments within the next three days.
Apparently, there is someone he wants to impress who came around a day or so
ago, and nothing can be less than perfect.” He sipped the coffee in front of
him.
Chaz took him in: determination in
his cobalt blue eyes, scruffy facial hair, and brown hair long enough to hang
over his shirt collar and cover most of his forehead if it fell into his face. The
blue jeans and big-buckle belt fit right in with the slight southern country drawl.
Yep, he was inconspicuous enough. But there was something indefinable about his
expression. Meeting him face-to-face did nothing to help the team leader
determine whether he was trustworthy. Austin didn’t flinch under the scrutiny.
“Is Granger pushing back the grand
opening of the club?”
“Naw. Everything downstairs is in
place. He’s not giving us much time to fix things upstairs, so the rooms will
only be a week late in opening.”
Chaz nodded and looked away, his
expression pensive as he pushed himself away from the kitchen counter and
crossed the sitting area to stand behind the bank of monitors on the dining
table.
“Tell me about the woman you took
upstairs yesterday,” he said without turning back to face the undercover police
officer.
“I’m not sure about her. At first
she seemed like any of the other girls that have floated in and out of the
offices at the back of the building. But, then I caught her being extra
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