“
When was this?”
“
The night Wendy came over with the cookies and had that infernal music playing
with the volume
turned up high.”
So they wouldn't hear the engine rumble.
Sneaky.
And it'd been snowing, so the tire tracks were covered by morning.
She shook her head then changed the subject to something she'd been thinking about.
“Do you think I could tell my family now that I’m alive?”
“
No.
There’s a slim chance that Asael still doesn’t know.
Mordocai could have tracked you down on his own.
He might have planned taking you out as a surprise present to his lover.
Until Asael is in custody or dead, it’d be best to keep everything as it is right now.”
“
You think they’ll catch him?”
“
The agents have a new lead now.
They’ll be able to track Mordocai back to the odd jobs he did with Asael.
Those hits will lead to new clues.
This is the biggest break the FBI
and the Interpol
ever had in the case.”
“
Okay.”
It wasn’t as if the time they spent waiting would be terrible.
She'd be with Murph.
She smiled at him.
They drove over some potholes and the blanket slid off their pile of boxes on the back seat.
She reached out to straighten it, but not before he glanced back in the rear-view mirror.
His eyes narrowed.
“
Is that the hot chocolate machine?”
“
I’m bringing it.”
“
We talked about this.”
“
I never even got to try it.”
“
It’s a gift from another man.”
“
You’re jealous.”
He harrumphed.
“Maybe.”
“
We’ll negotiate.”
He drew up an eyebrow.
“You’re going to have to be awfully convincing.”
The sexual undertone in his voice sent tingles across her skin.
The smoldering look in his eyes made her mouth go dry.
He flipped on his turn signal and took the next exit toward the Best Western that stood at the rise of the hill, the sun coming up behind it.
She shifted on her seat, impatient to get there.
Maybe he interpreted that as worry, because he said, “We'll be fine once we get settled into our new lives.”
Paused.
“
I’m probably not done with the nightmares,” he warned.
“There could be all kinds of weirdness coming out post deployment.
That’s what they said at the hospital.
If we'll be living together long-term....
I just thought you should know.
But I'm going to handle it.”
Chocolate
had always been her favorite word, but
long-term
sounded pretty fantastic, too, she decided.
“
Okay.”
“
Just like that?”
“
I’m a chocoholic.
Nobody’s perfect.”
“
It’s not exactly the same.”
“
We make a pretty good team.”
He smiled.
“We do.
Wherever we are, we’ll be home, I think, as long as we’re together.”
“
You’re a soldier and a police officer, a warrior and all that
involves
.
Why do you get to be wise, too?”
She gave a mock frown.
“What do I get to be?”
“
Smart, sexy and crazy about me.”
He grinned at her.
“What do you have to say about that?”
She smiled back, her heart filled with warmth.
“I’m not going to argue with anything that starts with me being smart and sexy.”
The End
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Chapter One
Dark waters lapped the century-old palace’s foundation, eager to claim the forgotten building on one of Venice’s backstreet canals.
At four in the February morning, tourists still partied on in the distance, drunk on love, youth and full-bodied Italian wine.
Gabe Cannon could hear both the water and the faint beat of the music, but he couldn’t hear the half dozen men in the building with him.
His new commando team spread out like ghosts moving through the night.
“Target on the roof,” the team leader’s voice whispered in his earpiece.
He stole up the crumbling stairs, ready for the rogue soldier who needed to be brought in before he caused more damage.
He’d known Jake Tekla ten years ago in the army--a decent guy back then, but war could change a person, could even twist a man’s mind.
Static hissed in his earpiece before the words, “Kill order authorized.
Repeat, authorized to shoot on sight.”
His instincts prickled.
Standard procedure called for an attempt to capture first, and see what information they could gain during interrogation.
Usable intelligence trumped a quick kill, every time.
Then again, he worked for a private security firm now: XO-ST.
Xtreme Ops Shadow Teams.
They did things differently than his previous employers, the U.S.
Army and the FBI.
Gabe reached the roof.
Plywood patches formed a psychedelic pattern in the moonlight—an unexpected break.
Not having to sneak around on crumbling Mediterranean roof tiles would make this much easier.
He stole forward and eased into the cover of a crooked chimney stack.
He caught a silent shadow at the door he’d come through--Troy, one of his teammates, joining him.
Odd how Gabe had been last into the building, but first on the roof.
Maybe the others had pulled back on purpose, testing the new guy.
Another person might have been annoyed, but he’d expected this much.
He wasn’t afraid of having to earn his stripes.
Dormers, chimneys and ridges blocked visibility.
Clouds kept drifting across the moon.
Scan.
Move forward.
Take cover.
A night game of hide and seek in a labyrinth, with a fair chance that the ramshackle roof could open up under his feet any minute.
Then he stole around a dormer and spotted the target at last.
Jake Tekla blended into the night in black fatigues, similar to Gabe’s, black ski mask in place.
He looked much slighter than Gabe remembered.
Being on the run had taken its toll on him.
The man crept toward the edge of the roof, his focus on the jump he was considering.
No visible weapons.
Yet another thing that didn’t add up.
Not for a government-trained, seasoned soldier.
Gabe inched closer, watching for a trap.
He flicked the safety off his gun.
Come on.
Turn.
He moved another step closer then stopped with his feet apart, gun raised, silencer in place.