Saturday. Private Recovery Facility, Bethesda, MD.NOLAN MET GRANT AND the others in the lobby of the recovery facility. He'd practically walked a hold in the carpet runner, his mind ping-ponging from the paused conversation he'd been having with Yvonne to the disappearance of her family."Do we know where they are?" Nolan asked.His gaze skipped over the guys.Melody was missing. She'd been left with the family. He had no doubt that it was Samuel Ito come calling to protect himself. He'd hit at the perfect moment, too."No. Zain and Gavin are on it. The FBI want answers." Grant stopped toe-to-toe with Nolan. "We need to know what's really going on here. No more lies."Yvonne knew, but she was still fragile."Come on." Nolan turned and strode toward the elevators."How is she?""How do you think?"They filed into the elevator. Nolan used their code to gain access to the floor. The nurses on duty gave him the stink eye, but they'd been doing that since Yvonne had
Saturday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, Washington, DC.NOLAN HAD THOUGHT AFTER putting Yvonne into the ambulance that today had gotten as bad as it could get.He'd been wrong.Driving around the airport knowing he'd left Yvonne pissed off and hurt was worse and compounded by fact they all knew her family might very well not come out of this alive."FBI is calling again," Grant said via the headset."We should use them." Nolan kept his gaze on the street. It was complete bullshit their only possible action was driving around aimlessly waiting for a lead."And tell them what?" Vaughn glanced at him. "How long would it take to get them up to speed?""Fuck. FBI again.""Answer it," Nolan said."I am." Grant cleared his throat. "Hello? ... Yes, Agent Brooks, I-what?"Nolan's muscles tensed and he eased to a stop at the curb, every fiber of his being wanting good news."Ito's at the airport, private hangar." Urgency vibrated Grant's voice.Nolan twist
Sunday. Private Recovery Facility, Bethesda, MD.THE ACHES AND PAINS had set in. Yvonne's head hurt. The night nurse had encouraged her to take some pain pills. Yvonne had declined. It was already too hard to stay awake.She turned the faucet on and splashed cold water on her face. The icy needles shocked her awake again. She straightened and looked herself over in the mirror.Boy, she was a sight.The lump on her head was going down, thanks to whatever miracle cream the nurses had given her. There wasn't anything that could be done about the bruising. It looked far worse than it felt. The electrical burns on the other hand hurt far worse. But she would heal. The physical hurts always did.It was the ones she couldn't see that worried her.Nolan hadn't called her back. There was no word except for a short phone call from Dad. She had no idea what happened where they all were. With the early morning hours creeping onward, they were probably sleeping.Yvonne turned the l
NOLAN CLOSED HIS EYES and breathed in the scent of shampoo, soap and disinfectant.She hadn't tossed him out. She'd listened to him. Maybe he'd get her to forgive him, too?He'd never forget staring into her wide, fearful eyes right before he'd shut the closet door on her.I love you.He bent his head and kissed her brow again, so damn grateful everything had worked out.She tipped her chin up. Her hand rose to cup the back of his neck. His whole world shrunk to her lips, the sweetest ones he'd ever kissed. When he would have pulled back, she shifted closer, holding him tighter. All he wanted was her in his arms, his life, his heart. He was powerless against this tiny woman.Yvonne slid onto his lap, her fingers weaving through his hair.This could get out of hand fast. As much as his cock wanted to sink into her, there was more to discuss. He groaned and broke the kiss, burying his face in her hair.She laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him.H
Three Months Later. Krieger Inc Company Garden Party, Los Angeles, CA.YVONNE ADJUSTED THE FLOWING shawl she'd draped around her torso and glanced around the entry to the party. Her baby bump was only noticeable because she'd dressed to show it off. Today was, after all, Baby Day.The calendar she kept on her desk at work had a secret code countdown to this weekend. By some magic, she'd found the perfect candidate to replace her. The woman was a whiz, handled Theodore like a champ and didn't back down. For the last month Yvonne had mostly been warming a seat, doing a pittance amount of work, while wanting to be anywhere else.Her mind was made up, and she had no reservations about today.A warm hand came to rest on the small of her back. She glanced up at Nolan and smiled. He and Vaughn had flown in at three that morning straight from a job he still wasn't ready to talk about just to be with her."Okay." Tabby strode through the doorway leading to rooms closed off for toda
Volume Three: Dangerously DeceivedWednesday. Aegis Group, Seattle, WA.VAUGHN FERNANDEZ WASN'T ready for the real world. Out there, off the job, he had a thousand pound weight to deal with. Things were so much simpler when he was working. Their objective was always clear, get the asset, get out. If only there were clear-cut rules for life.He bent and grabbed his gear bag from the pile in the lobby, intending to head to the bunk room for a few hours of sleep before he caught a plane to Texas. The rest of the team was probably sitting around, bullshitting or going over the upcoming trip to South Africa. Vaughn wished he could get excited about the trip, but not when he was worried about his brother. Again.Mom hadn't asked for his help. They'd been through detox enough that she had her own system down. But he knew she'd appreciate the company at least, on top of all the other things Vaughn did when he was home.Zain Lloyd, the man in charge of the Seattle office, steppe
Thursday. Ashton Khoury's Home, New York City, NY.CARLA HADN'T SLEPT. HOW could she?Jared was family. And now he was gone.Ashton had cried himself to sleep in her lap, too scared of what might happen. He'd been a complete mess since the call from the foreman on site at the resort. Everything was on Carla's shoulders to figure out, like usual.She loved Ashton, but he was shitty in emergencies. That's why he needed her and Jared to manage him. They kept him going, remembered all the details, cleared the way so he could be this powerhouse of energy and ideas. It was a team effort, and one third of their team was now missing.Carla sprayed the mirror and swiped the surface in time to the music.She should be getting ready, primping, something. But she needed this.The moment Ashton saw her he was going to chew her out about how he hired people to do this, blah blah blah, and she'd tell him what she always told him: He should have picked someone that wasn't the maid's d
Thursday. Ashton Khoury's Home, New York City, NY.THERE WERE TIMES when this job took Vaughn to places he'd never have expected a poor kid from El Paso to end up. The penthouse of a New York City sky rise was on that list. If it weren't overcast, he was pretty sure he'd be able to make eyes at the Statue of Liberty.If his mom could see this...He was pretty sure the monthly rent for this place cost as much as the house he'd bought for his mom. Places like this just didn't make sense to Vaughn. Sinking this much wealth into extravagant living didn't make sense to him. It was one thing to have a sturdy built home with some nice, finishing touches, and a completely different thing to have gold fixtures and priceless paintings.Maybe he was just a simple guy with simple tastes?There was nothing wrong with that, just as there was nothing wrong for Ashton Khoury to spend a fortune on his glass house atop a skyscraper.Vaughn turned away from the window at the end of the hal