Taggart Family Values (Masters and Mercenaries #21.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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Since they were on a completely different continent from home, he took it as pure sarcasm. She seemed to breathe sarcasm at times.

What was his play? He could fight her for the card, but she wouldn’t give him the code. He could argue that she wasn’t going with him, perhaps even slip in and lock her out.

And then she would take his balls off, and that wasn’t how he wanted her to get introduced to his balls. He would have to get in, find the formula, and destroy it before they ever left here.

“Did you get the vaccine?” If they hadn’t inoculated her against inhalation anthrax, there was zero way he was taking her with him.

She rolled those gorgeous eyes of hers. “Of course. Do you think I have a death wish?”

He’d seen her jump out of a plane at nearly 35,000 feet, so yes, he often thought she did. Of course, he’d jumped out after her because they were about to be murdered and she’d taken the only parachute.

Maybe he was the one with a death wish. His dick seemed incredibly stupid.

“All right, I’m going first,” he said. “I don’t know if Huisman is behind that door or not. According to our intelligence, he hasn’t left the base in a week, but he sent home the rest of the non-security employees a few days ago. Be careful, eh? He might be a doctor, but he gave up on his Hippocratic oath a long time ago. He will be armed, and he won’t hesitate to kill you. Stay behind me.”

She moved to the door, flashing the key card and punching in a five-digit code. “You know I love it when you say ‘eh.’ And hey, if you want to get murdered first, who am I to stop you? What’s wrong with the comms? I can’t get my team on the line.”

So hers wasn’t working either. It was good to know they were completely blind. “Apparently the storm is wreaking havoc on our electronics. Stay behind me.”

He started to move through the room, catching sight of the SIG Sauer in her right hand. The whole three years he’d worked with her off and on, she’d always used that weapon, though there were far more technologically advanced guns out there. She always claimed if it had been good enough for her father, it was good enough for her.

The door closed behind her and he turned on the light. “According to the plans we stole, this is where Huisman works.”

“This outer section is part of his office. The lab is in the back. It’s a level-four biosafety lab, so we’ll have to change if we go in there,” she explained.

Did she think he was a moron? “Yes, I got that intel. And we don’t have to change at all. I’ll deal with it, and you’ll stay out here and watch for any stragglers. And Huisman. I haven’t found him yet. He’s got to be here somewhere.”

She stopped in the middle of the hallway, one hand on her hip. “I’m not going to sit out here like a good little girl and wait for you. I can bet what would happen. You would go in and the formula would mysteriously disappear.”

He wasn’t playing these games with her. He strode down the hallway. Huisman’s compound was multi-tiered, but this was definitely the level with the most security.

So why were the doors all open?

“If you think I’m going to allow something that deadly to fall into your country’s hands, you don’t know me,” she insisted as she followed him.

The door to the lab was closed, but there was a green light blinking above, indicating that it wasn’t locked. The lab was on one end of the hall and, if he was correct, Huisman’s office was on the other. Perhaps he should check the office first. He didn’t want to get caught with his pants down.

“I don’t know you at all, sweetheart. I don’t even know your real name. The only thing I know is that you’ll do anything for your country, including turning over a weapon of mass destruction when you would be better off destroying the formula.” He strode down the hallway, well aware that they were making far too much noise. He couldn’t seem to help it around her. “And don’t even talk to me about our countries. Let’s see which one is known for being involved in every war it can send its troops into, and which one is known for maple syrup and delicious donuts.”

“We have excellent donuts, too,” she shot back. “And maple syrup. Have you never been to Vermont? Name me one thing Canada has that America doesn’t. Face facts. You’re nothing but America North, buddy.”

She irritated him to no freaking end. So why did he dream about her at night? Why did every woman he slept with morph into her at some point? He was young, fit, and in a job that seemed to attract women even though he couldn’t talk about it. Somehow they seemed to know he was dangerous, and it drew them to him. He should be having the time of his life, but no, all he could think about was a woman with pink hair who challenged him at every turn. “You know what we have that you don’t, baby? It’s called common sense. Sweet, sane common sense. Which is precisely why you’re not stealing this formula.”


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