by Lark Watson
I found what Thorne did with love (a word I’ll admit he would not yet use) Saint did with less altruistic needs—the need of being in charge and being right. This didn’t negate his love of his sisters, but it certainly was a different type of compass.
“Not at all. I believe that you were right last year.”
“What was that?” he asked.
“You said that I belonged to you, and you belonged to me.”
He took my hand, raising it to his lips for a quick nip, before vowing again, “Always.”
Chapter 51
Micha watched the couple pace the garden again as the men loaded up the rest of their belongings. He wasn’t sure how this was going to work, but he knew together they’d be stronger than apart. And it would make all of them stronger for it.
He had no doubt that the Mouse would be the new eyes and ears for her master, her love. He also knew that as she came to understand what Thorne and his men did, she’d become a driving force behind some of their most powerful moves.
Inside, the phone rang and he went to check the private line on Thorne’s desk.
“Yes?”
“Micha, it’s Finn. I’ve sent the package Thorne requested up. The courier should be arriving any moment. I wanted to give you a heads up with the movers there.”
“Got it. I’ll wait out front and intercept him to make sure this gets to the proper hands.”
“Good.” Finn cleared his throat. “It’s not good. We’re going to have to send someone in.”
There was a long pause and they both knew the person who would be sent Micha.
He glanced out the window, watching Jane lead Thorne on to the path, taking no nonsense from the man and brooking no arguments. He was in far better hands now.
And with Jane as his companion and partner, things would shift back to the way they’d been before. Micha would be needed again in the field and Jane would be the partner Thorne needed here.
“I’ll start on the background information as soon as it arrives.”
“Good.” Finn signed off, giving the last details before he went.
Micha looked at the phone, knowing things were going to head in a new direction with this next packet.
He got the gun out of the safe behind the desk and went to the front door to wait for the next intel call.
MICHA’S STORY, COMING SOON.
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