Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
So, it wasn’t like I shouldn’t be used to being thrown a curveball every now and again. Or at just about every opportunity, since Fate seemed to enjoy fucking with me.
I forced the negativity away and focused on my charge. Of course, all that did was piss me off again as I remembered the day before. Babysitting Everett Shaw, former leader of the free world, had been meant to knock me down a couple of pegs, and hell if it hadn’t worked. The man was a fucking pain in my ass – a fact that had been proven yet again the day before when he’d taken off on me after sending me on a fool’s errand to track down a magazine he’d supposedly left in the gazebo that he spent so much of his time in.
I’d returned with said magazine – which had turned out to be nothing more than a prop in a carefully planned act of rebellion – only to find the man had taken off in his 1941 Cadillac Series 61. He’d gone so far as to employ his housekeeper and the groundskeeper to help him make his escape, but fortunately my predecessor had warned me that the man had a habit of ditching his Secret Service agents. I’d gotten the impression that Shaw and Grady had formed some kind of friendship in the years they’d been together, but Grady had done his duty and shared the tidbit anyway.
A clear sign the agent had never forgotten he was honor bound to first and foremost protect the former president.
It was a fact I was grateful for, because if I hadn’t planted a tracking device on the man’s car, I never would have found him and I’d have paid for it with my superiors. At this point, the assholes were looking for any excuse to can my ass, and losing track of my charge was sure to make that happen.
So I’d been in a carefully veiled rage by the time I’d tracked Shaw down at his friend Vincent’s house. Grady had warned me all about Vincent St. James and his fanatical rules about not allowing armed agents onto his property, but I’d already made the decision that despite Grady’s loyalty to Shaw, he’d been too damn lenient with the man. My intention had been to show Shaw and his friend that there was a new sheriff in town, but I’d let my irritation get the better of me and had made my decision based on emotion rather than reason.
Despite doing my homework on Vincent, I’d truly thought Grady was just over-exaggerating the mysterious man’s attitude and all it would take was a little bit of my own to show the former soldier who was really in charge.
I’d underestimated the man big time.
Big time.
Even when the tall asshole had come striding out of his garage, rifle in hand, I’d been slow to react. Probably because I couldn’t have even imagined the balls it would take for someone to approach a federal officer so blatantly armed. I’d told myself the weapon was just for show even as I’d scrambled to pull my own firearm from the holster, an awkward feat considering I’d still been sitting in my car at the time, which had been trapped between two gates leading onto the property.
But the weapon hadn’t been for show, and I’d barely gotten the first few words of warning out for Vincent to put the gun down when he’d shot out my tire.
Shaw had managed to diffuse the situation with his friend, but then he’d laid into me about not following Vincent’s ridiculous rules.
As someone who’d always prided himself on his ability to stay cool in any situation, something about having Everett Shaw talking down to me like I was nothing more than a misbehaving child had really done a number on me. In that moment, I hadn’t given a shit that my words would likely end up costing me my job. I’d gotten in Shaw’s face and practically told the man who’d once commanded the world’s most powerful army that he was acting like a spoiled brat. Then I’d turned my fury on Vincent St. James, a man who’d already proven he wasn’t exactly the most reasonable of guys. Fortunately, he’d surprised me again by seeing reason and had allowed me to inspect his property while he’d given me a rundown on the security measures he’d taken to secure the fortress-like home. I hadn’t been allowed to go inside and I hadn’t asked to, since I’d garnered enough information from Grady to know that whoever the mysterious Vincent was, he cared a great deal about Shaw and wouldn’t let anything happen to him when he was in his presence.
Shaw and I hadn’t spoken again until several hours later when he’d been ready to go home.