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Authors: Tori Carrington
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the pain medication. But things weren’t quite that bad…yet.
More sleep, however, might have helped.
But when he and Megan returned to her room, the last thing on his mind had been sleep.
He’d gone more than four long months without losing himself in the smell of her…the feel of her.
And despite his pain, he’d intended to experience both as much as was physically possible.
Oh, and how he had. Just thinking about her soft moans and incredible body made him instantly hard.
He’d missed her more than he’d missed any one person ever. His thoughts had been on her far more than he would have believed possible, if only because he prided himself on keeping his mind on the job, not somewhere up in the clouds.
But every time he’d blinked, it had been her face he saw. Her smile he wanted to see. Her voice he wanted to hear. To the exclusion of almost all else.
Still, somehow the peace he’d expected to find upon his return stateside was elusive. It could be because he wasn’t actually home yet, in his own bed, surrounded by his own four walls. But he’d thought…
Well, he’d thought Megan would be all the home he’d need.
He watched her trace a line on the map tacked to a corkboard, all business, and wished he had been paying closer attention back in their room. Which underwear did she have on? Was she wearing the sexy stuff made of silk and lace and bright colors? Or her no-nonsense, white cotton undies that actually turned him on more than the expensive stuff?
Dari rubbed his forehead, surprised at his meandering thoughts.
He’d finally managed to drop off to sleep somewhere around four this morning, only to be jarred awake by the jangling telephone wake-up call an hour and a half later. Megan was already up and in the shower, but when she’d emerged, she’d suggested he sleep in. He told her he intended to jump into this hunt feetfirst, so to speak, so she’d kissed him and told him to meet her here.
Now he watched as she and Jason coordinated new search patterns on the board at the front of the room. He considered joining them up there, but thought it better to glean what details he could before pushing himself into the fray.
A half hour later he felt he had a good handle on the situation. More specifically, that a thorough search had yet to produce any results, so they needed to go back to square one, consider those angles they may have missed. Utilize equipment designed to detect trace evidence.
Someone took the seat next to him. He glanced over to see Linc.
“Hey,” Dari greeted.
Linc’s response was a nod. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going.” He looked toward the front of the room where the meeting was wrapping up. “Looks like the same applies here.”
“Basically.”
“Anything the FBI can offer?”
Linc gave him that ghost of a smile that said everything yet nothing.
Darius let it lie. He knew that if there were anything to share, Linc would share it. He was not only a partner of Lazarus Security, he was an important connection to the FBI and other national agencies.
Before he knew it, the morning briefing was breaking up, team members leaving to see to their assigned tasks. Megan came straight to him and asked how he was feeling. He told her he was fine.
“So what do I do?” he asked.
Jason stepped up next to Meg. “You’ll be riding shotgun with me.” He looked down at where Dari unconsciously rubbed his kneecap. “If you’re up for it.”
Dari couldn’t have gotten up faster, gritting his teeth to mask any pain that accompanied the move. “Man, I was made for it….”
MEGAN STAYED BEHIND in the command center. Though she was the designated contact for the day, she’d have preferred to be out in the field somewhere, doing something to take her mind off…well, everything.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll come back to clean up later.”
She looked up from the main table tracing the route Search Team #2 would be taking that day to see the motel owner’s
More sleep, however, might have helped.
But when he and Megan returned to her room, the last thing on his mind had been sleep.
He’d gone more than four long months without losing himself in the smell of her…the feel of her.
And despite his pain, he’d intended to experience both as much as was physically possible.
Oh, and how he had. Just thinking about her soft moans and incredible body made him instantly hard.
He’d missed her more than he’d missed any one person ever. His thoughts had been on her far more than he would have believed possible, if only because he prided himself on keeping his mind on the job, not somewhere up in the clouds.
But every time he’d blinked, it had been her face he saw. Her smile he wanted to see. Her voice he wanted to hear. To the exclusion of almost all else.
Still, somehow the peace he’d expected to find upon his return stateside was elusive. It could be because he wasn’t actually home yet, in his own bed, surrounded by his own four walls. But he’d thought…
Well, he’d thought Megan would be all the home he’d need.
He watched her trace a line on the map tacked to a corkboard, all business, and wished he had been paying closer attention back in their room. Which underwear did she have on? Was she wearing the sexy stuff made of silk and lace and bright colors? Or her no-nonsense, white cotton undies that actually turned him on more than the expensive stuff?
Dari rubbed his forehead, surprised at his meandering thoughts.
He’d finally managed to drop off to sleep somewhere around four this morning, only to be jarred awake by the jangling telephone wake-up call an hour and a half later. Megan was already up and in the shower, but when she’d emerged, she’d suggested he sleep in. He told her he intended to jump into this hunt feetfirst, so to speak, so she’d kissed him and told him to meet her here.
Now he watched as she and Jason coordinated new search patterns on the board at the front of the room. He considered joining them up there, but thought it better to glean what details he could before pushing himself into the fray.
A half hour later he felt he had a good handle on the situation. More specifically, that a thorough search had yet to produce any results, so they needed to go back to square one, consider those angles they may have missed. Utilize equipment designed to detect trace evidence.
Someone took the seat next to him. He glanced over to see Linc.
“Hey,” Dari greeted.
Linc’s response was a nod. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going.” He looked toward the front of the room where the meeting was wrapping up. “Looks like the same applies here.”
“Basically.”
“Anything the FBI can offer?”
Linc gave him that ghost of a smile that said everything yet nothing.
Darius let it lie. He knew that if there were anything to share, Linc would share it. He was not only a partner of Lazarus Security, he was an important connection to the FBI and other national agencies.
Before he knew it, the morning briefing was breaking up, team members leaving to see to their assigned tasks. Megan came straight to him and asked how he was feeling. He told her he was fine.
“So what do I do?” he asked.
Jason stepped up next to Meg. “You’ll be riding shotgun with me.” He looked down at where Dari unconsciously rubbed his kneecap. “If you’re up for it.”
Dari couldn’t have gotten up faster, gritting his teeth to mask any pain that accompanied the move. “Man, I was made for it….”
MEGAN STAYED BEHIND in the command center. Though she was the designated contact for the day, she’d have preferred to be out in the field somewhere, doing something to take her mind off…well, everything.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll come back to clean up later.”
She looked up from the main table tracing the route Search Team #2 would be taking that day to see the motel owner’s
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