by Lexi Blake
He was starting to get a little mad. It was obvious to him that they’d been investigating his girl behind his back. She might not have slept with him, but he still cared about her, protected her. She would never wear his collar, but he had some claim on her. They should have told him the minute they had suspicions, but no, he was poor Jesse who got himself fucked up in the war. They were never going to take him seriously.
Well, buddy, why would they? You’re the one who goes crazy from time to time and kills a bad guy with your bare teeth. Chelsea is likely still having nightmares about that. Do you really think they trust you?
Phoebe was the only one who took him seriously. She was always asking about his job and what his thought processes were. Hell, he would bet she was the only one in the world who actually imagined he had a thought process.
“Jesse, I get it, man. You care about her.” Tag was staring at him. “She’s got you by the balls, but I need you to think clearly and I need you to hear Simon out. He didn’t do this because he wanted to hurt you. He did this because you’re his partner. We’re doing this because we’re your brothers, and you know how I feel about that.”
“Fine.” They were putting him in a corner. He wasn’t ready to walk away. He needed this job. Shit. He needed them. McKay-Taggart was the first family he’d ever really had. His father had died before he’d been born and his mother had dumped him on his granddad’s porch not long after. His grandfather had been a mean son of a bitch who cared way more for his cattle than his only grandson. He’d fit into his Army unit, but they were all gone now. He wasn’t ready to lose this. “What makes you think she isn’t exactly who she says she is?”
“How did they know, Jesse? How did The Collective and Ten know where we were that night?” Simon asked.
He could come up with a couple of scenarios. “They could track us on traffic cams.”
“Possibly, but we were careful to get into a neighborhood that was unlikely to have cameras,” Simon reminded him. “Now it is possible that one of the groups after us that particular night searched until they found us the next morning, but then I need an explanation on why your vehicle was tagged.”
“What?” He’d gotten his Jeep back about a week after they’d returned from Italy. “My Jeep didn’t have a tag on it. If it does now, it was probably put there after the motel fight.”
They’d been forced to leave it in the motel parking lot. It would have been easy for someone to place a tracking device on it then.
“You also have bugs all over your apartment.” Simon’s voice was tight. “How many people have you let in? Alex installed your security system himself. Chelsea and I spend a bit of time there. Who else?”
He couldn’t quite meet Simon’s eyes because there was only one answer to that question. Jesse didn’t have parties. He didn’t have friends outside of work. His whole life was spent at that sad little apartment or at work or on the occasional date with Phoebe that sometimes ended with them watching TV at his place.
He remembered the first night they’d gone back to his apartment. He’d been surprised because she didn’t seem to want to be alone with him. He’d gotten a little excited, his cock hardening at the thought of getting her into bed. He’d planned the whole seduction out in his head as they’d driven to his building. Thankfully his years in the military had forced a routine cleanliness into his life so he hadn’t had to worry about his place being a mess. Not that there was much to mess up. He had a TV and a sofa and Grace and Avery had taken him out to buy him all the things he needed for a rudimentary kitchen. Serena had given him a couple of sets of sheets. She’d been excited about the thread count or something, but he could have told her that anything felt like paradise after sleeping in a rat-infested hellhole for months.
He’d been happy about that damn thread count though when he’d thought Phoebe would be sleeping on it. But the minute they’d gotten to his place, she’d pulled out the Harry Potter DVDs.
I want to share this with you. Please, Jesse.
Yep, he’d fallen asleep halfway through the first one.
It would have been so easy for her to slip off the couch and plant her bugs. Easy for her to have gone through his pathetic things so she could get a better perspective on how to handle him.
Had she been listening to him for months? Did she hear the way he cried at night when the nightmares got to be too much? Did she hear the way he paced the floor and told himself over and over again that it was all a dream and he was here and he was Jesse Murdoch. He was Jesse. He wasn’t the man they tried to turn him into.
“I told you we should have brought Kai into this,” Alex whispered furiously Tag’s way.
“Kai isn’t a member of this team,” Tag pointed out. “And he’s also out of town. He’s in DC for the week.”
Kai Ferguson was his therapist. He was a psychiatrist specializing in extreme PTSD. Ian had said he’d brought Kai in to help with Sanctum because Eve didn’t have time to go through all the applicants and keep up evaluations on members, but Jesse knew the truth. Tag had basically bought Kai in an attempt to see if he could fix Jesse.
“I don’t need Kai.” He spent hours and hours with Kai and he didn’t seem any closer to being normal. He still had the dreams and he still felt the beast deep in his gut always, always waiting to come up.
He still heard that voice. Dark and rich. Foreign.
You are my creature. You belong to me and you do my bidding. You’re my dog.
He slapped at the side of his head, trying to get that voice out.
“Damn it.” Tag was on his feet. “Get Eve in here.”
“Don’t. He’s fine.” Simon sat down in the chair beside him. “You’re hearing it again, but you’re not there, Jesse. It’s all right. I was thinking about seeing that new comic book movie this weekend. What was it? I think the lead is called Thorp or something.”
“He’s Thor.” Jesse breathed a sigh of relief as the voice faded and he was solidly back in the now where Simon often purposefully screwed up the names of comic book characters so Jesse would correct him. Shortly after they’d been paired up, his very staid and British partner had professed a deep and utterly false love of all things comic book and they’d started going to the movies or to comic book stores. Simon looked so out of place, but it had gone a long way to build trust between them. Simon Weston had been the first person since Iraq to sacrifice for Jesse Murdoch.
“And it isn’t a Thor movie this week. It’s a new Avengers. Thor’s just in it.” Somehow talking about something normal always seemed to bring him back.
“Well, Chelsea’s very excited,” Simon allowed.
Chelsea was an out-and-out dweeb, and Jesse loved her like a sister. He turned to Simon. “Chelsea thinks Phoebe’s bad?”
God, he sounded like a kid begging someone to tell him the world wasn’t so evil.
“Chelsea thinks she’s certainly not what she says she is,” Simon explained. “But then she also made me promise to remind you that because something isn’t what it seems, doesn’t mean it’s necessarily bad. Please tell her I followed instructions. She was very specific.”
He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t true. He took a deep breath. There came a time when a man had to choose. He chose her. He loved this group, but he was falling in love with her. Maybe Chelsea was trying to tell him something. Maybe she was trying to tell him that the time had come to trust his instincts and his instinct was to protect and love Phoebe Graham.
“She’s not a spy.”
Tag’s head fell back and he groaned.
He was going to lose his job, but he had to do what was right. He knew how it felt to be falsely accused. He knew how it felt to have absolutely no one in the world who had his back. He’d gone back to his hometown and they’d turned on him.
He wasn’t going to leave her alone.
His phone buzzed. Text. He thought about ignoring it since almost everyone who would text him was in this room, but as his friends started arguing, he deci
ded it was a good way to not have to listen for a moment.
He didn’t recognize the number.
If you want to know the truth, meet me in the walkway between Elm and Main Street. 10 minutes. If you aren’t there, I won’t bother you again.
The truth? The truth about what? He didn’t have time to deal with any mystery text. He needed to deal with Phoebe.
The door to the conference room slammed open and Liam O’Donnell strode through followed by his new partner. Erin Argent was the newbie at McKay-Taggart, but Jesse was pretty sure she already fit in better than he did. Tag sent her out into the field without a qualm. She’d already run an op on her own, taking down a ring of corporate spies with the ease of a woman who had spent half her life in the military, and not at the grunt level Jesse had been at.
“She’s on the move,” Liam said, his voice tight. He was carrying a shoulder holster complete with a SIG Sauer that he handed over to Tag.
“She walked out of here about three minutes ago,” Erin explained. There was no way to miss the anticipation in the woman’s voice. Erin was a full-on adrenaline junkie. The minute an op was over, she requested another one. While the rest of McKay-Taggart seemed to be settling down and having babies and buying houses, Erin spent her off time base jumping.
He didn’t like the thought of someone as competent as Erin going after Phoebe. Phoebe was an accountant. She had no idea how to handle seasoned operatives.
Jesse stood up. Something was going on. If his apartment was bugged, then someone was watching him, but he couldn’t accept that it was Phoebe. Maybe it had something to do with that text. He knew he should say something about it, but the situation with Phoebe took precedence. “Fine, I’ll follow her myself. This is stupid. She’s probably going out to pick up something for the party.”
“I don’t think so,” Li said. “She told Grace they had everything ready and then she slipped out.”
“She was actively trying to not be seen.” Erin grinned a little. She had a wealth of fiery red hair she kept in a neat ponytail and freckles across the bridge of her nose that proved all that red was natural.
He wasn’t sure Erin didn’t have an overactive imagination. She seemed to fit right in with Tag and O’Donnell. She went to the worst possible case scenario just like Tag and she could down beer like O’Donnell, though he’d slowed down since having a son.
“I’m going to follow her.” Jesse was sick of this shit. He was sick of feeling like the only person left out of the joke.
“Adam and Jake are tailing her.” Ian looked down at his phone. “They’ve got her. She walked into that fast food place up the street two minutes ago.”
“See. She’s guilty of being hungry and not wanting a salad.” They were all paranoid.
Tag pocketed his phone and nodded to Li and Erin. “Li, would you please set up a nice place where we can spend some time talking to our accountant?”
“You’re setting up a fucking interrogation room?” It wouldn’t be comfortable. It would be a room where Tag would hold her until he got the answers he wanted. Tag would scare the shit out of her. Phoebe already got nervous around the man. This would send her over the edge.
Tag turned his way, and this wasn’t his friend. This was his boss, his CO. “You will stand down, Murdoch, or I swear I will have you in lock-down until this is over. If you can’t handle this, tell me now and I’ll make sure you don’t move an inch out of this room until this is all over.”
He couldn’t let that happen. “I’m cool.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Tag said. “You can observe, but nothing more. This is not your op. Simon, you keep a leash on him. He watches from a distance. Is that understood?”
“Yes, boss.” Simon put his suit coat back on. “We need to hurry if we’re going to catch her. Tell Adam to keep close watch. I used to use public loos to change clothes and lose a tail.”
Tag slipped the shoulder holster over his massive form and checked the clip on the SIG before holstering the gun. “Alex, you don’t have to go. Eve will likely kick your ass if you miss the shower, so please feel free to coo over baby gifts while the rest of us take care of business.”
McKay sent his best friend a happy middle finger. “Fuck you, Ian. I’m not staying here and might I say, I can’t fucking wait for Charlotte to have that baby so you can join the rest of us.” He turned to Erin. “Let me borrow your piece.”
“I swear I will beat the shit out of you if you hurt her, McKay.” Erin seemed unnaturally affectionate toward her Berretta M9 which she’d named Bertha. Jesse really thought it looked more like an Agnes. She handed the gun over, handle first. “I don’t see why I’m stuck here. She knows me the least. It would be very simple for me to take her out. I promise I won’t even feel bad about it. All that weak shit gets to me. I believe in Darwin, so I could shoot her very easily.”
And he was so done with her. “You shoot her and we’ll have a fucking problem, Erin.”
“Is that right, Murdoch?” She got right in his face. “You think you can take me?”
He felt his blood pressure rise, his hands turn to fists. He didn’t fight with women, but then Erin liked to play with the boys. If she threatened Phoebe, she would find out that he could put her on her ass. “I know I can.”
“Down, both of you.” Tag turned to his latest hire. “Look, Xena, I know you want to prove you’re some kind of female warrior or some shit but that dude right there occasionally loses his damn mind and rips people’s throats out with his bare teeth, so back the fuck off him.”
Erin looked him over. “Actually that kind of makes me like him more. Fine. I won’t touch the klutz. To tell you the truth, I’m kind of on Murdoch’s side here. If she’s an operative, I’ll eat some of Li’s haggis.”
Liam shook his head. “Damn me, girl, but we’re going to have to give you a geography lesson. I’m bloody Irish, not Scots. Why da fuck would I eat haggis?”
She shrugged. “They all sound the same to me.”
Ian pulled his phone out and whatever was there made his jaw tighten. “We need to move. She’s on Main but she’s walking. We can catch her.”
Ten minutes later, Jesse found himself on Elm waiting for a signal. It didn’t get past him that he was right where that text had wanted him to be. Someone wanted him in that walkway, but he couldn’t figure out why. He had to wonder if that someone who wanted him to learn the truth would care that he’d brought company along. Simon stood beside him. Jesse inhaled deeply, the smells of Italian and Mexican food filling his nostrils and reminding him he hadn’t eaten. Campisi’s was to his back, but he knew if he walked down the little alley that connected Elm to Main he would find Sol Irlandes. He’d taken Phoebe there a few weeks back. They’d had a nice meal and questioned the artistic value of putting a giant eyeball in the middle of downtown Dallas. The massive “work of art” sat across the walkway from the restaurant and overlooked Main Street. It was surrounded by a little park of perfect green grass. It was weird and he kind of found it fascinating, but Phoebe said it creeped her out.
“What are we waiting for?” He was impatient. He wanted this all over with so he could shoot everyone the finger and get back to the baby shower. He wasn’t so much interested in watching Eve open gifts, but he definitely had plans for the appetizers Sean had cooked. His stomach rumbled. He shouldn’t have to go through all this stress on a freaking empty belly.
“The all clear signal. Be patient.”
“She’s in the hotel. Adam, can you get into the CCTV at The Joule?” McKay’s voice came over the comm in his ear. They’d all put them in so they could talk to Jake and Adam.
“Already there,” Adam replied. “She’s at the front desk.”
“I have eyes on her,” Jake said. “I can’t get too close, but I won’t lose her.”
What the hell was she doing at a hotel? Was she meeting someone? “Do you think she has a boyfriend?”
He asked the question of Simon, not bothering to click the butto
n that would send his voice to the rest of the team.
“I don’t think this is about a hidden lover, Jesse,” Simon replied. “Wait for it to play out.”
The Joule was right through that alley. All the answers were right there. It was one of those swanky places he always felt uncomfortable in. If she was meeting a lover there, he likely had money because a place like that didn’t come cheap.
Why would she lie to him? Why would she go out with him if she had someone else?
It explained a lot when he thought about it. She wouldn’t go to bed with him because she had someone else. The bigger question was why she wouldn’t just tell him. Maybe her lover had been the one to send the text.
“She’s moving to a room. I think it’s on the fifth floor,” Jake said. “Adam, get me a number. Tag, you can move in.”
They were all moving in, all playing a part in catching his girlfriend cheating on him. The humiliation didn’t seem to stop. The minute he thought he was fitting in and his life was moving in the right direction, he got this shit.
Jealousy burned in his gut, but more than that, he was mad. All she’d had to tell him was she wasn’t interested. She could have been honest, and then they wouldn’t have this god-awful scene that was playing out.
“I’ve got the room number. 512. Adam, can you get me in?” Jake asked. “I’ve got Tag and Alex with me. We’re getting in the elevator now.”
He was done. He touched his comm and started walking. He turned right down the alley as he spoke. “Don’t you get it, guys? She’s fucking someone in that room. Leave her be. I’ll sit in the lobby until she comes down and we’ll have a talk about what it means to string a guy along.”
“Jesse!” Simon yelled, the sound coming from both his comm and behind him.
He was so fucking done with this. She was cheating on him. Not really since they’d never actually had sex, but he’d kind of thought they were involved. It went to show how stupid he was. He was going to look even stupider if Tag took down Phoebe and her boyfriend in the middle of their afternoon delight.