Most Eligible Spy
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Moving forward, she hoped some deep-seated instinct kicked in, making him curious enough to cooperate with her. Grant wasn’t just one of his Specialists, he was the best of the current crop. He’d been tagged to replace Deputy Director Holt, the man who held the position in which Lucas Camp had once served, when the deputy eventually moved up to replace Thomas.
The Initiative committee had approved the plan. Right now, she wondered what the hell they’d been thinking.
“Jo, wait.”
Would the day ever come when his voice didn’t create that shiver of anticipation? “No time.”
“I need an explanation.”
“And I’ll give you one when we’re away from the airport.”
“Jo.” He caught her arm, forced her to stop and really look at him.
Airport employees passed by, moving to and from their respective duties with various degrees of interest in their obviously strained interaction. She made mental notes, knew he was doing the same. Always an eye out for the next threat.
“A particular German mission file crossed my desk last week.”
“I see.”
She fingered the disk in her pocket. Loaded with enough sedative to guarantee his cooperation, she hesitated to use it. And she knew without reservation that she would get only one chance. “This was the only time we could talk safely.” Or so she’d thought.
“I’ve booked a hotel room,” he said. “We can talk there.”
“Fine.” Better if he believed she’d willingly compromise. “I have a cab waiting.”
At last he fell into step beside her once more, giving her hope this would go well. It almost felt like old times. Almost.
Back then she thought they’d been on the same page, working together toward a common goal. After five years apart on diverging career paths, after reading through so many reports of success from his Specialists who routinely went above and beyond mission parameters, she wasn’t sure they could ever be on the same page again.
She might be sure he wasn’t a traitor, she just wasn’t so sure anymore that she was in the same league as the man behind the stoic, black ops armor.
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