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Authors: Cheyenne Meadows
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luxury for such thoughts, not when the equivalent of Armageddon stood at her doorstep. Maybe afterward, if they survived, he could explore those dips and valleys further, gain another tasty kiss from the spirited beauty as he climbed astride for a hot and fast ride. He didn't doubt for a second that she would give as good as she got, not with her take-charge attitude. Together they would set the sheets on fire.
If you survive, dumbass. The inner voice sternly scolded enough to return his attention to the matter at hand.
"Okay, one of us has to take the first step. Let's try this." He puffed out a breath before tossing caution to the wind. "If you need someone to vouch for me, I'll give you the name of my supervisor in Rocky Hill. Anyone there can vouch for me. Or, if you prefer, I imagine you have your own contacts. Call one and run my information."
She pinned him with her gaze. A moment later, she snapped open her phone and meandered to stand beside her window as she waited for an answer. "Night. Lark. Can you run a name for me real quick? Bryce… what's your last name, Bryce?"
"Winters," he answered, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. But he had to give her credit. Only the smart and careful survived in a world filled with secrets and violence. Trusting the wrong person landed more than one person underground with a tombstone marking the site.
"Winters. Bryce Winters, nickname Sky," she spoke softly into the phone, leaning a hip against the wall. Turning, she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Why Sky?"
"I'm originally from Montana. Big Sky Country."
"Oh. Makes sense." She rotated once more, this time peering through the glass as she held the small pink phone up against her ear.
Bryce felt the tension before he heard her near silent gasp.
"Oh, shit."
Springing to his feet, he joined her at the window, keeping to the fringes out of habit. "What is it?"
"Thomas. The blond man that just stepped out of the black Lexus."
"Your mole?" At her nod, Bryce scrambled into action. Grabbing her arm, he tugged. "He's come for you. We've got to be gone by the time he hits the floor because he's not dumb enough to simply walk away when no one answers the door."
Lark dug her feet in and yanked loose from his grasp, only to hit the floor on her knees. A brief second later, she pulled a large, black duffel from under her bed, slung it over her shoulder, and hurried to the living area. She picked up her purse midstride, opened the door and held it open for Bryce as she reset the lock.
He quickly scanned the hallway before scooting toward the far stairs, placing his bets that Thomas would opt for the elevators or the nearest stairs. Lark followed hot on his heels, shuttling by him as he held the door to the stairway open. Without pausing, they jogged down to the ground floor. Once again, he checked the area before gesturing for Lark to follow him.
Moments later, they pulled out of the parking lot in Bryce's charcoal gray rental sedan, Lark still on hold with her contact.
"He's safe? That's great to know. By the way, we have a situation." She went on to explain what happened.
Bryce listened in on the one-sided conversation, curiosity eating at him. Who was the guy that she confided in? A supervisor? A friend? Another agent?
Right then that was the least of his concerns. He needed to focus on a new plan, one that involved keeping her out of the hands of the rogue DEA agent presently on a drug cartel's payroll and alive without blowing his cover until he found enough evidence to convict everyone tied to the illegal drug operation.
It wouldn't take long for Thomas to realize that Lark had flown the coop. Once, maybe twice he could visit and find her gone, but certainly not more until he realized she'd hit the highway. Once he sounded the alarm, every thug in the territory would be on the lookout for her. His position might hold steady for two more days. After that, if he failed to bring her in, more than his loyalty would
If you survive, dumbass. The inner voice sternly scolded enough to return his attention to the matter at hand.
"Okay, one of us has to take the first step. Let's try this." He puffed out a breath before tossing caution to the wind. "If you need someone to vouch for me, I'll give you the name of my supervisor in Rocky Hill. Anyone there can vouch for me. Or, if you prefer, I imagine you have your own contacts. Call one and run my information."
She pinned him with her gaze. A moment later, she snapped open her phone and meandered to stand beside her window as she waited for an answer. "Night. Lark. Can you run a name for me real quick? Bryce… what's your last name, Bryce?"
"Winters," he answered, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. But he had to give her credit. Only the smart and careful survived in a world filled with secrets and violence. Trusting the wrong person landed more than one person underground with a tombstone marking the site.
"Winters. Bryce Winters, nickname Sky," she spoke softly into the phone, leaning a hip against the wall. Turning, she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Why Sky?"
"I'm originally from Montana. Big Sky Country."
"Oh. Makes sense." She rotated once more, this time peering through the glass as she held the small pink phone up against her ear.
Bryce felt the tension before he heard her near silent gasp.
"Oh, shit."
Springing to his feet, he joined her at the window, keeping to the fringes out of habit. "What is it?"
"Thomas. The blond man that just stepped out of the black Lexus."
"Your mole?" At her nod, Bryce scrambled into action. Grabbing her arm, he tugged. "He's come for you. We've got to be gone by the time he hits the floor because he's not dumb enough to simply walk away when no one answers the door."
Lark dug her feet in and yanked loose from his grasp, only to hit the floor on her knees. A brief second later, she pulled a large, black duffel from under her bed, slung it over her shoulder, and hurried to the living area. She picked up her purse midstride, opened the door and held it open for Bryce as she reset the lock.
He quickly scanned the hallway before scooting toward the far stairs, placing his bets that Thomas would opt for the elevators or the nearest stairs. Lark followed hot on his heels, shuttling by him as he held the door to the stairway open. Without pausing, they jogged down to the ground floor. Once again, he checked the area before gesturing for Lark to follow him.
Moments later, they pulled out of the parking lot in Bryce's charcoal gray rental sedan, Lark still on hold with her contact.
"He's safe? That's great to know. By the way, we have a situation." She went on to explain what happened.
Bryce listened in on the one-sided conversation, curiosity eating at him. Who was the guy that she confided in? A supervisor? A friend? Another agent?
Right then that was the least of his concerns. He needed to focus on a new plan, one that involved keeping her out of the hands of the rogue DEA agent presently on a drug cartel's payroll and alive without blowing his cover until he found enough evidence to convict everyone tied to the illegal drug operation.
It wouldn't take long for Thomas to realize that Lark had flown the coop. Once, maybe twice he could visit and find her gone, but certainly not more until he realized she'd hit the highway. Once he sounded the alarm, every thug in the territory would be on the lookout for her. His position might hold steady for two more days. After that, if he failed to bring her in, more than his loyalty would
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