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)
His eyes widened as he took in the body on the floor and the petite blonde who was kicking and cursing at it.
“Don’t mind her,” Nina said, striding over to the table and opening the bag there. “She’s over-stimulated. It’s been a rough night. Ah, here’s what we’ve been looking for.”
She pulled out the small prototype. Such a tiny thing to have caused so much trouble, but then technology came in all sizes.
“I’m sorry,” Hutch said, sliding his gun back into his holster. “When I realized Patrick had used the woman in the bar as a distraction, I started making my way here. But he wasn’t content to let her go. He’d knocked her out in the stairwell. I had to make sure she was breathing. Are you all okay?”
She glanced over and JT was watching her warily. It was obvious he wanted to talk.
But she still had a job to do and she wasn’t sure what they should talk about. It was almost time to leave.
Almost time to leave him.
Could she leave him? She wasn’t sure how she could possibly stay.
And she was doing it again. She was letting her feelings stop her from doing her damn job. “No problem, but you need to call Sandra and Drake back. I know where and when to catch our spy. We have to hurry.”
“They’re already on their way.” Hutch slid a glance JT’s way and then back to Nina. “I can handle this if you need some time.”
She shook her head. Time was the one thing she didn’t have. “No. Come on. We need to get down to the beach before our spy does or we’ll lose him. JT, I need you to lock yourself in. I don’t think anyone else is coming, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure. I’ll send Sandra up when she gets here.”
Deanna had her gun in hand again. “I’ll handle whatever happens. He caught me off guard. I’m actually really good with this thing.”
“Nina,” JT began.
She took the prototype and started for the door. “Not now. Stay here. I need to get down to the beach and find the spy.”
“Or you could tell me where to go,” Hutch started. “He’ll be looking for someone like Patrick. I’m far closer in build. I think he’ll run if he sees a slender female walking his way. I put on a hoodie and he won’t be able to tell the difference.” He touched his earpiece. “Sandra and Drake are on their way up to the hotel. They’re already on property. They can back me up.”
He wanted to shove her out of the op? “This is my mission.”
“But it doesn’t make sense for you to go,” JT argued.
She ignored him. Somehow the idea of staying here and having it out with JT scared her more than standing in front of a spy who would be far better at killing than Patrick.
JT would ask her to stay, to give them a real chance. She would explain that her life was in London and she couldn’t give up her whole career because she’d fallen madly in love with some man.
Except she didn’t have to give it up. She could transfer to Dallas. Ian would let her do that. She knew there were a couple of people on the Dallas team who wanted to live in London for a while.
It could work.
It would be so stupid to change her whole life for a relationship that likely wouldn’t last a year.
There was a knock on the door. “Hey, it’s Drake. Let me in.”
Hutch moved to open the door and the CIA agent walked in. “That was fast.”
“Sandra’s going to take over in the camera room. She’s not as good with tech as you are,” Drake said. “What happened here?”
“Patrick was our guy on the inside,” Hutch explained.
“Patrick was a massive ass,” Deanna added.
“We’ve still got a shot at picking up the North Korean spy.” She was going to finish this job if it killed her. “According to Patrick, they’re meeting on the beach like we thought. He’s supposed to make the drop in about twenty minutes.”
Drake nodded. “Excellent. Let’s get moving. I’ll call in a cleanup crew after we’re done there. Civilians, try not to get too messy. It might be best if you went to another room until we’re done.”
Deanna looked up at JT. “We can use mine. I have a lot of changes I want to make. We can start talking about them while we wait for someone to clean up all the blood that got spilled because you picked him over me.”
JT ignored her, moving to Nina’s side. “I know you have to work and I’m not going to cause trouble, but promise me you’ll come back to the room. I need to talk to you.”
Yes, there it was. He was going to ask her to stay, to choose. She wasn’t ready. Not even close.