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contracts. And definitely flew under the radar. He had pulled together a team of former SEALs, Special Forces, DEA, FBI, ATF, and others.
    “His former DEA agent is going to fly out there tomorrow…rather later today…and meet you. You’ll be able to hand off the harp to him and he’ll bring it back here safely. He has a two seater so he’ll only bring the harp now. He’ll work with his former DEA contacts. Lily’s making alternate flight arrangements for the two of you. You can fly in after meeting with the agent.”
    Vinny finished his briefing, closed his laptop and leaned back, running his hand over his face. Sighing deeply, he realized he had not slept much in two days. Damn, in the Army I was trained to go without sleep. Shaking his head, he looked up as he felt a small touch on his arm.
    Annalissa was standing in front of him, with the same nightgown on. A soft, long sleeved, old-fashioned gown that looked like something from several centuries before. Nothing like the wisps of fabric that most of the women he met wore. Thongs and bits of material they called nighties. And yet… I’ve never seen anything so fuckin’ sexy.
    She saw the weariness in his eyes, then something different flickered in them. Giving his arm a pull, she said, “Come on. Come to bed.”
    He eyed the single bed in the room and said, “No, I’ll sleep in the chair.”
    She let go of his arm, cocked her hip and began tapping her foot. He looked up at her face. Yep, there goes that chin lift.
    “Vinny, we’re both dead on our feet and need some sleep. I trust you.” She held out her hand toward him.
    Chuckling, he allowed himself to be pulled up. Several minutes later, he was in the bed, her on one side and he on the other. She yawned loudly, exhaustion overpowering her almost instantly.
    He could tell when her breathing evened out and sleep had laid its claim on her. Looking down at her dark hair spilling across the pillow, her cherubic face relaxed in slumber, her thick eyelashes forming a crescent on her cheeks. And her lips. Perfect. Plump. Kissable. She sighed, rolling over onto her side facing him, unconsciously moving closer to his warmth. He could not remember the last time he had slept with a woman that he had not fucked. Ever. In fact, he could not remember being in bed with a woman that he was not banging and then leaving. Ever.
    And then he was filled with the realization…that he had never wanted to until now. This woman. And he felt a jolt to his heart. Smiling, he let sleep overtake him as well.
    *
    “It’s not there either. I looked real good. I looked everywhere. Don’t think she’s been there yet.” He hoped his explanation would appease who he was reporting to.
    “I want to know what the fuck happened. Where the goddamn plane went to and why the case wasn’t there. Do you understand me? I want to know where it is!”
    “I’m just a handler. I ain’t got no special knowledge,” he protested.
    “You find out what you can. I’ll look on this end. But listen and listen well—you had better get me some facts and damn quick.”
    Protesting again, he said, “I didn’t sign up for this shit. I was just supposed to get it when it landed. That’s all I’ve ever done. That’s all I was told I’d be doing.”
    “Well, the job description just changed. And you’d better accept the change and get me the information I need or we’re all dead!”
    As usual, the line went silent leaving him to wonder how they were ever going to get out of this mess alive.
    On the other end, the cell phone was tossed with an expletive. Think, think. Where the hell is she and where is that harp? What was the name of the goon she was with? Oh, yeah. Vincent Malloy from Alvarez Security. Not willing to wait on the plebe from Dulles airport, they pulled up their laptop, clicking through a variety of screens. Finding the news from the airport, they learned of the plane’s detour. Work the problem. Where would they be?
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