Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
What was taking Hutch so long?
“Nina, we have a big problem. Two, actually. Someone’s piggybacking my feed from the outside. It’s a pro because I should have caught it hours ago. That’s how good this job was. I wouldn’t have caught it if I hadn’t needed the computer to deal with the gate. Someone else is watching.” Hutch sounded breathless.
Fuck. It had to be the spy. “You said we had two problems.”
“Deanna went to the fourth floor. She’s got JT.”
Nina’s heart threatened to stop and she began to run.
* * * *
JT felt the moment Nina left the bed, but he remained perfectly still, determined to not blow this again. He knew there was only one reason she would leave the room and that was to work. Her cell had buzzed. Someone on her team wanted to talk.
She didn’t need him trying to play the white knight. She was a professional and he would let her do the job.
Still, as he heard the door close his stomach was in knots. He slid out of bed and jumped into the shower. He wouldn’t sleep until she came back.
Helpless. He felt completely helpless, but it was also the first time he’d had to lie here and pretend like she wasn’t going to do something dangerous. Maybe he was looking at this the wrong way. So much of life was about adjustment, and he hadn’t had time to adapt. He just had to get through about a hundred nights of praying no one shot the woman he loved and then he would be used to it.
He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. He would never get used to it, but maybe he would be better about hiding how worried he was. He would find a way to put her at ease.
For now, he would make a pot of coffee and sit up waiting for her.
She might be mad, but he wasn’t going back to bed. They would have to find a compromise because he couldn’t let her go.
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and thought seriously about going down to the gym. He had a key. Maybe he could run his worry off.
But he quickly discarded the idea because she would want to talk to him if something had gone down tonight. He was the client in this case, and he might have decisions to make.
About people he’d known for years. He made his way to the coffeemaker and started a pot. It was still nauseating to think someone so high up in his organization could betray the company like this.
Deanna would be the worst. They weren’t friends. They didn’t hang out, but he had relied on her for years. He’d made sure she was the highest paid assistant in the business.
Although he couldn’t help but think about what she’d said when he’d hired her.
I’m not going to be an assistant forever, Mr. Malone. You will promote me and I’ll be running part of this company in five years.
That had been seven years ago.
Was she doing this because he’d passed her over for a promotion? When the position had come up, the timing couldn’t have been worse. There had been some chaos in his office and he couldn’t let her go. He’d promised her she would get the next job.
Was she tired of waiting? Had she found another way to get everything she wanted?
It was hard for him to believe, but he had to consider it.
There was a knock on the door and he hurried to open it because it was likely Nina. She’d probably forgotten her key in her need to rush out. He swung it open and then realized he was a dumbass.
“JT, I’m sorry to wake you up so late, but we need to talk.” Deanna was standing in the hallway.
A chill went over him. Had he been a fool all this time? Why the hell would she turn up at his door at two thirty in the morning? “Talk about what?”
She swung her head back and forth, looking down the hallway. “Can I come in? It’s important. There’s something going on that we need to talk about.”
Fuck. Nina was going to kill him but he wasn’t sure what he could do since Deanna strode right in, brushing past him in her normal brusque manner.
“What do we need to talk about?” He closed the door behind her but not before flipping the security latch out so the door wouldn’t lock. He didn’t want Nina to have to use her key. She would see the door was open and know something was wrong. She would be on her guard.
She set her bag down on the table near the bar. “First of all, you’re an asshole. Second, where’s your girlfriend?”
He put his hands on his hips and faced her. He wasn’t about to tell her the truth—that he had no idea where Nina was but he kind of hoped she was riding in to the rescue right now. “She’s asleep and she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my fiancée.”