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for information that might point to Dylan’s true nature.
Was she a terrorist, or wasn ’t she?
So far, all he ’d found were family albums depicting a small but happy family and a stack of high school records showing her to be a brilliant student, even the senior valedictorian. She’d been named most likely to succeed in her yearbook. Delving farther back into her past, he’d come across dolls and a plastic doctor kit; drawings of horses and mountain vistas—in short, nothing to suggest that the young Dylan would grow up to be a militia leader, let alone a murderer.
With the house too quiet to proceed without drawing notice to himself, Toby sat on an old, three-legged stool and texted his team lead. The light of his phone illumined the eaves of the attic as he brought Ike Calhoun up-to-date on Dylan ’s plan to abduct individuals with whom she felt she had a bone to pick—her mostly likely target being the doctor at the VA Medical Center in Martinsburg.
She wants me to train her leaders and soldiers so they can pull it off. He finished texting and hit the send button. Then he waited to see if Ike would reply tonight or wait until the morning.
With a tired sigh, Toby relaxed his head on a two-by-six that ribbed the attic. A deep snore permeated the floorboards, coming from the direction of Lt. Ashby ’s room. Dylan’s room, on the other hand, lay still and silent beneath him. He pictured her sound asleep in her bed, overcome by exhaustion, her hair loose and flowing across the pillow, her sweet-smelling nightshirt tangled around her hips.
The memory of her curves sliding over the front of his body kept him warm despite the chill. Under her frumpy sweat suit, Dylan Connelly was all sleek, toned muscle and soft curves. Her breasts without the benefit of a bra were fuller than they ’d looked—he’d received that pleasant surprise when she’d cuddled against him.
And then there was the way she ’d looked at him. He’d seen that look of awareness in many a woman’s eye. There was no mistaking he could rock her world and vice versa if it ever came to that. Hell, if Ashby hadn’t crossed their path, he’d have stolen a kiss to warm her from the inside out and left her with something to really think about.
The thought flooded him with mixed feelings. As enticing as kissing Dylan might be, was it fair to seduce a woman as mentally and emotionally vulnerable as she was? It just didn ’t seem . . . ethical.
The phone in his hand emitted an electric shock, in lieu of a buzz. That was how it got his attention when it was buried in his jacket. Toby glanced down at Ike ’s reply message, and his heart sank.
We need details , the team lead had texted. Work your magic on the leader .
In other words, keep up the sweet talk and the flirtations. All right, then.
In spite of his misgivings, Toby tingled at the thought of pursuing Dylan in that way. Usually it left him faintly nauseated to pretend an attraction he didn ’t feel, but this time that was not the case. He didn’t doubt he could eventually worm his way into Dylan’s bed, and if that was what it took to get her to confide in him, he’d gladly do it. The only thing that bothered him was the need for deception.
Still, duty was duty. If she could terrorize civilians who failed to meet her code of expectations, who was to say she couldn ’t blow up a car with someone in it? A little probing might lead to uncovering some dark, ugly truth about her.
So be it. He couldn ’t waste time debating the morality of his actions. After all, he was a servant of the people, sworn to defend them, even those whom Dylan disapproved of.
Deleting any record of his text, he hid his phone back inside his jacket and stuffed it deep into his bag.
Chapter Five
Dylan stalked out of the VA Medical Center in Martinsburg in a foul mood. Wasn’t it bad enough the director hadn’t believed the evidence she’d sent him? Wesley Hendrix must covered his tracks,
Was she a terrorist, or wasn ’t she?
So far, all he ’d found were family albums depicting a small but happy family and a stack of high school records showing her to be a brilliant student, even the senior valedictorian. She’d been named most likely to succeed in her yearbook. Delving farther back into her past, he’d come across dolls and a plastic doctor kit; drawings of horses and mountain vistas—in short, nothing to suggest that the young Dylan would grow up to be a militia leader, let alone a murderer.
With the house too quiet to proceed without drawing notice to himself, Toby sat on an old, three-legged stool and texted his team lead. The light of his phone illumined the eaves of the attic as he brought Ike Calhoun up-to-date on Dylan ’s plan to abduct individuals with whom she felt she had a bone to pick—her mostly likely target being the doctor at the VA Medical Center in Martinsburg.
She wants me to train her leaders and soldiers so they can pull it off. He finished texting and hit the send button. Then he waited to see if Ike would reply tonight or wait until the morning.
With a tired sigh, Toby relaxed his head on a two-by-six that ribbed the attic. A deep snore permeated the floorboards, coming from the direction of Lt. Ashby ’s room. Dylan’s room, on the other hand, lay still and silent beneath him. He pictured her sound asleep in her bed, overcome by exhaustion, her hair loose and flowing across the pillow, her sweet-smelling nightshirt tangled around her hips.
The memory of her curves sliding over the front of his body kept him warm despite the chill. Under her frumpy sweat suit, Dylan Connelly was all sleek, toned muscle and soft curves. Her breasts without the benefit of a bra were fuller than they ’d looked—he’d received that pleasant surprise when she’d cuddled against him.
And then there was the way she ’d looked at him. He’d seen that look of awareness in many a woman’s eye. There was no mistaking he could rock her world and vice versa if it ever came to that. Hell, if Ashby hadn’t crossed their path, he’d have stolen a kiss to warm her from the inside out and left her with something to really think about.
The thought flooded him with mixed feelings. As enticing as kissing Dylan might be, was it fair to seduce a woman as mentally and emotionally vulnerable as she was? It just didn ’t seem . . . ethical.
The phone in his hand emitted an electric shock, in lieu of a buzz. That was how it got his attention when it was buried in his jacket. Toby glanced down at Ike ’s reply message, and his heart sank.
We need details , the team lead had texted. Work your magic on the leader .
In other words, keep up the sweet talk and the flirtations. All right, then.
In spite of his misgivings, Toby tingled at the thought of pursuing Dylan in that way. Usually it left him faintly nauseated to pretend an attraction he didn ’t feel, but this time that was not the case. He didn’t doubt he could eventually worm his way into Dylan’s bed, and if that was what it took to get her to confide in him, he’d gladly do it. The only thing that bothered him was the need for deception.
Still, duty was duty. If she could terrorize civilians who failed to meet her code of expectations, who was to say she couldn ’t blow up a car with someone in it? A little probing might lead to uncovering some dark, ugly truth about her.
So be it. He couldn ’t waste time debating the morality of his actions. After all, he was a servant of the people, sworn to defend them, even those whom Dylan disapproved of.
Deleting any record of his text, he hid his phone back inside his jacket and stuffed it deep into his bag.
Chapter Five
Dylan stalked out of the VA Medical Center in Martinsburg in a foul mood. Wasn’t it bad enough the director hadn’t believed the evidence she’d sent him? Wesley Hendrix must covered his tracks,
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