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it or not.”
“She’s not my girl , Dad. She’s thirty-five years old.”
Richard shrugged. “I’m seventy-three. Thirty-five sounds pretty damn young to me.”
Sully chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”
“So.” Richard glanced up as the medicine cart was rolled in to the common room. “You go and do your secret special-ops thing with Cordelia, kick bad-guy ass, save the world, triumph over evil. And after you do all of that ? You ask that girl to dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“Fancy, expensive dinner,” Richard coached him. “With flowers and wine and lots of compliments about how beautiful she looks and how smart she is.”
“I don’t know, Dad…”
“Good God, son.” Richard got to his feet to join the line to get his evening meds. “You can face down crazed stalkers with guns and take down drug cartels but you can’t ask a smart, sweet woman to dinner? You take huge risks every single time you go to work and I know it… why not risk for something really, truly important?”
“You mean for a fancy dinner?”
“I mean for love, you stupid boy. Love .”
**
Cordelia stared out the SUV window, trying to not think about the next twelve hours. Here she was, trapped in a motorized box with hands-down the sexiest man she’d ever known – the same man who treated her like she was a mere idiot secretary.
But even as she had that thought, she mentally rejected it. No, Hunter didn’t treat her like a brainless moron, like a giggling twit who photocopied her ass and messed up simple tasks. He clearly respected her abilities and he’d openly said so, more than once. But still, but still… that fucking comment about just worrying about answering the phones and not faking kindness after the op ended. That still nagged at her and she had to let it go damn soon.
“Cordelia?”
“Yes?” she said without looking at him.
“You want to stop for coffee before we hit the highway?”
“Sure.”
Sully pulled in to the Starbucks and parked. He opened his door. “You want to come in?”
“No, thanks.” Now she did look at him. “I’ll get to work on the file.”
“Sure,” he said, already knowing that this was going to be a long fucking road trip if she wasn’t going to talk to him. “You want anything for breakfast?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
“OK. Five minutes.”
Cordelia nodded, opened the thick file and immersed herself in it.
Sully ordered the coffee – remembering that Cordelia loved a shot of cinnamon syrup in hers – and then waited for the order to be filled. As he stood there, he found himself staring at her lowered head. Even though she’d memorized those files over the past three days, she was still poring over every single syllable, he just knew it. Christ, she was going to kick ass on this op. She wouldn’t stand for anything less.
Sully collected his order, deliberately ignoring the way that the eyes of the woman behind the counter roamed over his chest and forearms. He was well aware that he was a huge, strong man and he’d enjoyed more than his fair share of female attention over the years. Nothing serious, of course, but no one-nighters, either. More… friends with benefits. That was Sully’s speed and he liked that arrangement just fine. Or, at least, he had liked it just fine. Until Cordelia.
As he approached the SUV, he decided that he wanted to get Cordelia to warm up to him again. He was no fool: he knew exactly when her behavior towards him had changed. It was that day that she’d surprised him with a cup of coffee and he’d told her to drop the little wife act and get back to answering the phones.
God , the look on her face when he’d said that… he didn’t remember the last time that he’d felt like such an asshole. Instead of giving him the smart backhand that he so thoroughly deserved, though, she’d just turned away from him. He’d watched her go to her desk, everything in his body wanting to call her back, to apologize and
“She’s not my girl , Dad. She’s thirty-five years old.”
Richard shrugged. “I’m seventy-three. Thirty-five sounds pretty damn young to me.”
Sully chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”
“So.” Richard glanced up as the medicine cart was rolled in to the common room. “You go and do your secret special-ops thing with Cordelia, kick bad-guy ass, save the world, triumph over evil. And after you do all of that ? You ask that girl to dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“Fancy, expensive dinner,” Richard coached him. “With flowers and wine and lots of compliments about how beautiful she looks and how smart she is.”
“I don’t know, Dad…”
“Good God, son.” Richard got to his feet to join the line to get his evening meds. “You can face down crazed stalkers with guns and take down drug cartels but you can’t ask a smart, sweet woman to dinner? You take huge risks every single time you go to work and I know it… why not risk for something really, truly important?”
“You mean for a fancy dinner?”
“I mean for love, you stupid boy. Love .”
**
Cordelia stared out the SUV window, trying to not think about the next twelve hours. Here she was, trapped in a motorized box with hands-down the sexiest man she’d ever known – the same man who treated her like she was a mere idiot secretary.
But even as she had that thought, she mentally rejected it. No, Hunter didn’t treat her like a brainless moron, like a giggling twit who photocopied her ass and messed up simple tasks. He clearly respected her abilities and he’d openly said so, more than once. But still, but still… that fucking comment about just worrying about answering the phones and not faking kindness after the op ended. That still nagged at her and she had to let it go damn soon.
“Cordelia?”
“Yes?” she said without looking at him.
“You want to stop for coffee before we hit the highway?”
“Sure.”
Sully pulled in to the Starbucks and parked. He opened his door. “You want to come in?”
“No, thanks.” Now she did look at him. “I’ll get to work on the file.”
“Sure,” he said, already knowing that this was going to be a long fucking road trip if she wasn’t going to talk to him. “You want anything for breakfast?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
“OK. Five minutes.”
Cordelia nodded, opened the thick file and immersed herself in it.
Sully ordered the coffee – remembering that Cordelia loved a shot of cinnamon syrup in hers – and then waited for the order to be filled. As he stood there, he found himself staring at her lowered head. Even though she’d memorized those files over the past three days, she was still poring over every single syllable, he just knew it. Christ, she was going to kick ass on this op. She wouldn’t stand for anything less.
Sully collected his order, deliberately ignoring the way that the eyes of the woman behind the counter roamed over his chest and forearms. He was well aware that he was a huge, strong man and he’d enjoyed more than his fair share of female attention over the years. Nothing serious, of course, but no one-nighters, either. More… friends with benefits. That was Sully’s speed and he liked that arrangement just fine. Or, at least, he had liked it just fine. Until Cordelia.
As he approached the SUV, he decided that he wanted to get Cordelia to warm up to him again. He was no fool: he knew exactly when her behavior towards him had changed. It was that day that she’d surprised him with a cup of coffee and he’d told her to drop the little wife act and get back to answering the phones.
God , the look on her face when he’d said that… he didn’t remember the last time that he’d felt like such an asshole. Instead of giving him the smart backhand that he so thoroughly deserved, though, she’d just turned away from him. He’d watched her go to her desk, everything in his body wanting to call her back, to apologize and
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