Love Another Day Read Online Lexi Blake (Masters and Mercenaries #14)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
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Tucker gunned it and managed to get back to the actual road. He stopped at the next light, his hands wrapped around the steering wheel like he was afraid to let go. “Maybe you should drive.”

“How are you going to learn if you don’t do it?” He certainly hadn’t brought the lad along to let him sit in the back and eat candy and play on his bloody iPad. He got enough of that back in England.

Tucker relaxed a bit. “You are a weird dude. From what I can tell nothing upsets you. You didn’t even wake up when the plane hit that storm. Everyone else was puking their guts up and you were asleep.”

“Man needs his sleep.” Odd that now that he knew he was going to see her, he’d settled down. It would be all right. She had another man and all he was doing was checking up on a woman he cared about. He would see her, talk to her, meet her new guy, and then he would be able to move on with his life. Whatever trouble she was in, he would help her out, and then he would know everything was fine. He would be able to date other women, women more like him.

Women who didn’t make him crazy with lust. Women who didn’t haunt his every dream.

“It’s unnatural,” Tucker complained.

It wasn’t for Brody. He’d nearly been killed about a hundred times, and he remembered every single one. He didn’t let it get him down. He went into every situation with the same odds. He would either die or he wouldn’t. Most days it didn’t matter to him which outcome came true.

But the thought of her being killed, that made his heart race.

Couldn’t the bloke drive a bit faster? He would feel better once he saw her. Once he laid eyes on her he would remember all the reasons he’d left. All the reasons he’d stepped aside and let some bugger named Nate take over for him. Yes. He would meet the bloke. Nate would be an over-educated arsehole, and Brody would be able to happily step back after he’d fixed this problem for her. He would know that she was fine and had found a man worthy of her. Maybe Nate was another doctor or a scholar of some kind. That was what she needed.

He could have a talk with the man, get him to see that talking Stephanie into coming back to the States would be good for her.

Tucker moved the car along, coming ever closer to the building that housed MT. He might have to fight his way in, but that would be okay, too. It would be good for Big Tag to know that anything that happened with Stephanie Gibson should go through Brody Carter. Not Liam O’Donnell, who already had a family to take care of. Him. Brody. He was her close contact.

He was the one they should call on.

He sat up straighter, watching for the turn since it seemed like Tucker didn’t know the difference between a road and a set of train tracks.

“Turn right at the next street,” he said a few seconds before the GPS navigator told him the same thing.

Tucker turned. “Way to gang up on a guy.”

He had no idea. This was more important to him than Tucker could possibly know. “Did the team find out anything on this bloke she’s with? Nate something. Is he a new doc at her clinic?”

“I got a report from Sasha, who told me he couldn’t find anything on his travel search. He looked through records for the past year and the only Nathans who came through on his passport search didn’t fit the bill. There was a Nathan Conroy who traveled on a British passport for a corporation. Stayed exactly two weeks in Freetown and went home. A Nate Gilliam who appears to be a missionary from Utah.”

He could see her building water wells with a missionary group. “Maybe it’s him.”

“Then she likes them young. He’s nineteen.”

Probably not. “Tell Sasha not to bother. I’ll have an actual name for him in an hour or so. And tell him to keep trying to get in touch with the clinic. I can’t get anyone to answer.”

“About that, uhm, that’s where things get a little weird. You were sleeping again when the drone footage came through. Damon’s got spectacular connections in that part of the world. Some of the corporations over there use drones for security purposes. Damon convinced one of them to send the drone over the clinic. I sent the footage to your phone.”

Now he was talking. He reached for his mobile, switching it on and pulling up the email that contained the footage.

“Damon had them do three separate flyovers,” Tucker explained. “At three different times, a few hours apart.”


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