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between them.
“ And your crews will move forward on the remodel tomorrow?” Gage asked, knowing the phone call held for him. It was the every two-hour check-in from the field operations in Mexico. He needed to take the call, but he didn’t want Trent to leave him.
“ Yes, sir,” Trent said again.
“ I’m Gage,” he said, with a little too much snap in the two words, and he could feel the smile leave his face.
“ Got it,” Trent said, and again Gage got the impression Trent stared at his nose, not his eyes. He checked the urge to run his hand over his face to see if anything might be on there to cause Trent to become distracted.
“ You could say it,” Gage said, surprised by his own words.
“ Yes, Mr. Synclair…” Trent said, and Gage watched him bite his lip. Gage’s hips rolled forward involuntarily, and he almost came right there, watching Trent’s tongue dart out over the soft skin of his lips. “Gage, we’ll see you in the morning.”
“ Perfect. I like the sound of it,” Gage said. “I have one last question, do you wear the beard all the time or are you a clean shaven kind of guy?”
“ I, ah… The storm woke me, and I… Yeah, I shave every day,” Trent said, stumbling on his words. The look on Trent’s face made it clear the question confused him.
“ I thought as much,” Gage said. He didn’t stand because he didn’t want to scare Trent away with the solid tent in his pants, but instead lifted the check and both telephone numbers toward Trent who leaned in to take them. Then Gage did the most stupid thing of all, he offered his hand. The handshake they shared caused his heart to slam into his chest and his stomach to flutter, but he squelched it down. This man across from him didn’t want to be interested, and there were plenty more who did. Forcing his thoughts back to the phone call, Gage answered it again before Trent even turned away from him.
****
“Update me,” Gage said as the door closed behind Trent.
“ Secure line?” one of Gage’s Mexico leads, Manuel, asked back in a thick Spanish accent.
“ It is,” Gage said.
“ I’m in,” Manuel said, his normally craggy voice held a hint of excitement.
“ In the mission?” Gage asked, wondering if he’d heard the words correctly.
“ Yes!” Manuel hissed, clearly proud of the accomplishment.
“ Excellent work! Have you made contact?” Gage asked. Could it seriously be this easy?
“ No, I will. I’m following him now. It’s too open and unsecure here. I’ve got to watch it, this isn’t making a lot of sense,” Manuel said in a hushed tone.
“ Yeah, I’m aware. Keep your guard up. It’s rarely this easy, something isn’t right. And we’re still positive on the ID?” Gage asked. He sat back in his chair, staring off at nothing in his office as he thought over the possibilities.
“ Did you see the videos?” Manuel asked? All the exuberance from earlier was gone. From years of working with Manuel, Gage knew the guy didn’t play, he was already strategizing over his next move.
“ Yeah,” Gage said.
“ Me too, it’s a match, Mr. Synclair, down to the missing finger. I gotta go.” The connection rustled as though Manuel shifted the position of the phone against his face. “They’re on the move.” Manuel disconnected the call.
Gage laid his phone on the desk and sat back again in his chair, this time staring out the glass windows into the gallery. Interesting how his hard-on completely deflated with talk of the loser, Abdulla. Hell, loser wasn’t the right word. Loser gave the guy too much credit. He was garbage. Gage covered lots of terrible people over the last ten years who did lots of dreadful deeds, but this guy was the worst of the worst, and now he’d secured two clear positive IDs on Abdulla in the little rundown, thought-to-be-abandoned convent mission in Mexico. It meant they were truly closing in. Bringing Abdulla to justice would be worth everything it took to get
“ And your crews will move forward on the remodel tomorrow?” Gage asked, knowing the phone call held for him. It was the every two-hour check-in from the field operations in Mexico. He needed to take the call, but he didn’t want Trent to leave him.
“ Yes, sir,” Trent said again.
“ I’m Gage,” he said, with a little too much snap in the two words, and he could feel the smile leave his face.
“ Got it,” Trent said, and again Gage got the impression Trent stared at his nose, not his eyes. He checked the urge to run his hand over his face to see if anything might be on there to cause Trent to become distracted.
“ You could say it,” Gage said, surprised by his own words.
“ Yes, Mr. Synclair…” Trent said, and Gage watched him bite his lip. Gage’s hips rolled forward involuntarily, and he almost came right there, watching Trent’s tongue dart out over the soft skin of his lips. “Gage, we’ll see you in the morning.”
“ Perfect. I like the sound of it,” Gage said. “I have one last question, do you wear the beard all the time or are you a clean shaven kind of guy?”
“ I, ah… The storm woke me, and I… Yeah, I shave every day,” Trent said, stumbling on his words. The look on Trent’s face made it clear the question confused him.
“ I thought as much,” Gage said. He didn’t stand because he didn’t want to scare Trent away with the solid tent in his pants, but instead lifted the check and both telephone numbers toward Trent who leaned in to take them. Then Gage did the most stupid thing of all, he offered his hand. The handshake they shared caused his heart to slam into his chest and his stomach to flutter, but he squelched it down. This man across from him didn’t want to be interested, and there were plenty more who did. Forcing his thoughts back to the phone call, Gage answered it again before Trent even turned away from him.
****
“Update me,” Gage said as the door closed behind Trent.
“ Secure line?” one of Gage’s Mexico leads, Manuel, asked back in a thick Spanish accent.
“ It is,” Gage said.
“ I’m in,” Manuel said, his normally craggy voice held a hint of excitement.
“ In the mission?” Gage asked, wondering if he’d heard the words correctly.
“ Yes!” Manuel hissed, clearly proud of the accomplishment.
“ Excellent work! Have you made contact?” Gage asked. Could it seriously be this easy?
“ No, I will. I’m following him now. It’s too open and unsecure here. I’ve got to watch it, this isn’t making a lot of sense,” Manuel said in a hushed tone.
“ Yeah, I’m aware. Keep your guard up. It’s rarely this easy, something isn’t right. And we’re still positive on the ID?” Gage asked. He sat back in his chair, staring off at nothing in his office as he thought over the possibilities.
“ Did you see the videos?” Manuel asked? All the exuberance from earlier was gone. From years of working with Manuel, Gage knew the guy didn’t play, he was already strategizing over his next move.
“ Yeah,” Gage said.
“ Me too, it’s a match, Mr. Synclair, down to the missing finger. I gotta go.” The connection rustled as though Manuel shifted the position of the phone against his face. “They’re on the move.” Manuel disconnected the call.
Gage laid his phone on the desk and sat back again in his chair, this time staring out the glass windows into the gallery. Interesting how his hard-on completely deflated with talk of the loser, Abdulla. Hell, loser wasn’t the right word. Loser gave the guy too much credit. He was garbage. Gage covered lots of terrible people over the last ten years who did lots of dreadful deeds, but this guy was the worst of the worst, and now he’d secured two clear positive IDs on Abdulla in the little rundown, thought-to-be-abandoned convent mission in Mexico. It meant they were truly closing in. Bringing Abdulla to justice would be worth everything it took to get
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