Thursday. Washington, DC.LOGAN GRIPPED THE HANDRAIL overhead tighter as the floor shuddered and the train turned. Kelsey's slight body rocked back against his as the train shifted. He'd mistakenly thought accompanying her home was a good idea. Gentlemanly, even.Clearly it was torture. She wasn't even doing it purposefully, which was worse. Despite the normal crowds, the train was still packed for the evening commute. Kelsey had refused a seat twice now and wouldn't allow him to give her a hand.Why did she have to be so stubborn?To make matters worse, Logan had to insert himself between Kelsey and some creep who'd been getting too close to her backside. Unfortunately, that now meant he was close enough that she swayed against him from time to time and that was pure torture.The floral aroma of the bouquet wafted past him. He grit his teeth against the surge of jealousy.Who the hell was sending her flowers? And why didn't he know about it?Logan had no right to be g
"Hm?" Logan blinked, refocusing on her face.Most days Kelsey didn't bother with make-up. He didn't think she needed it to be beautiful. But now? Today? Her eyes seemed larger, the browns richer. Her lips were accentuated and glossy. Her cheeks rosy, but not from the crisp breeze.She tilted her head to one side. "Why are you always riding my case? What did I ever do that makes you think you have to breathe down my neck? You won't even let me walk to my truck on my own.""I'm not-that isn't..." He opened and closed his mouth. "That's not it at all.""Then what? Because I'm trying to not get pissed off at you and you keep pushing me. I swear, my own mother didn't hover this much."Logan took a step back.Shit."That was not my intention," he said."Then what the hell is going on here, Logan? What did I do wrong? Hm?" Anger flashed in her eyes.Fuck.Logan dragged his hand over his face.This wasn't like him, but she twisted him up so much he couldn't stop himself.
Thursday. Kelsey's Apartment. Washington, DC.KELSEY SLAMMED THE FRONT door to her apartment shut and locked the door. No doubt Logan was hot on her heels.Damn.She should have gone somewhere, but autopilot had kicked on and she'd rushed straight home.Her heel caught on the doormat and she stumbled, almost headlong into the bar. She caught herself and with a growl kicked one shoe off, then the other. She straightened and pressed her hands to her eyes, blocking out all the light.Immediately her mind supplied the memory of Logan's stubble scraping her chin and cheek. Next came the firm press of his mouth."Shit," she croaked and dropped her hands.What had gotten into her? What had she done?Kelsey yanked at the bow under her chin. The damn thing was strangling her. And why was the apartment so hot?She stalked to the hall and eyed the thermostat as she attacked the buttons on her blouse.The thermostat was as it should be. Squarely on seventy.She turned and
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.AS IF THIS JOB wasn't tricky enough, now Kelsey was avoiding Logan as well.She peered around the rear entry to the large home. Never in her life had she imagine there would be house help here. Just a housekeeper and someone tidying up, but still.No Logan.At least, not yet.She'd lain awake far too long last night, missed her window to get on the train in time, and had decided to just splurge on a cab ride. She was glad that she had. Her driver had been a sweet older man who didn't mind the silence. She'd used that time to center herself and get her head in the game.Now if only she could keep her head there and not stray back to Logan.She'd lasted all of two minutes upon arriving, stressing over where he might be.He hadn't come to her door last night. There'd been no text or follow-up about carpooling. Just silence. Which struck her as strange.Maybe he recalled yesterday differently? Had he reached for her? W
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN COULD FEEL EYES on him. Unfriendly ones.There had been no structure to the security team. No one was in charge. They had zero organization other than crowding around the senator. These were not professionals. Logan couldn't help but notice none of the men from reputable agencies had been selected. If that wasn't a red flag, Logan didn't know what was. Half of them had been bouncers previous to this position. They knew nothing about bodyguard work.Maybe he'd overstepped by taking charge, but Logan wasn't about to sit back and do a piss-poor job of things. In hindsight, he should have eased into it. Though for all he knew, this was the right move. As yesterday proved, things were happening at an accelerated pace.Kelsey breezed past Logan and the other two men in the entry without a glance at him.She was avoiding him. Pointedly. And it had nothing to do with trying to maintain their cover. No, that kiss last night h
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.AFTER LUNCH, KELSEY GAVE up trying to hide her device usage. She'd set up her tablet and keyboard the moment Robert disappeared back upstairs.The agenda for the rest of the day was telling.There were a few event services between the lobbyist meetings that all proved to be as above board as she could tell. It was the lobbyist meetings that were truly telling.She found a marked difference between those meetings and the ones from yesterday. The people who'd visited the office had been well-respected, save for Oliver. His presence was still a puzzle they hadn't figured out yet.Today it was like a who's who of questionable practices.Was this why Dixon had moved them from the office to his home? Fewer eyes to document who he spoke with?There was a theme to the meetings. A few pharma lobbyists. One group representing a collection of Indian companies and their interest. A group of pro-cannabis lobbyists, who were possibl
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN FIDDLED WITH THE cover protecting the battery in his Jeep. Actually, coordinating a manufactured malfunction had been harder than anticipated. Between the loitering security and the house staff, if he hadn't had Kelsey running interference for him, this wouldn't have worked out.He wasn't certain what they hoped to observe. It was just a feeling. A hunch that something was going to go wrong very soon.Why did it have to feel like the only one he could lean on was Kelsey?Hell, he hadn't seen the guys except for the prisoner handoff.What were they doing anyway?If Zora was tightening things down as much as she claimed, the only people she could rely on would be the guys and Diha's people.At what point should Logan reach out to his actual boss?According to the contract, all support was to come from the Task Force. But if the Task Force was the source of their threat, what then? What was best for his people?
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN CRANKED THE WHEEL hard. They bounced along the shoulder until he got all four tires on the pavement.Dixon's house was around two bends."Park on this side of the drive. Let's just walk by, okay?" she suggested."You carrying?" he asked."I will be." Kelsey pulled a neoprene case out from her tote.What else was in that thing?She unlocked some security measure before opening the case.Dixon's service entrance was just ahead of them. The legging clad ladies were nowhere to be seen, at least.Logan parked the Jeep and got out while Kelsey scrambled to catch up. He heard her cursing under her breath, but ignored it.The van was parked haphazardly across the driveway, blocking any exit or entry onto the Dixon property. Had Dixon and Brown been expecting a visitor? Was this another attempt on the senator's life?"Call it in," he said softly.Kelsey obeyed immediately. He was a little surprised she didn't gi
A week later...QUENTIN WISHED HE COULD savor this moment. He slapped the cuffs on the pint-sized asshole who'd had Candi's life in the palm of his hand that fateful night. Was it just a week ago?This should be more satisfying.It was, in a way.Eleven perfectly timed arrests effectively cut off all the heads of Metis. According to Nadine's notes, there was still one unknown head of the organization out there. But they were not alone. Metis itself wouldn't be ordering the death of anyone else. But it didn't bring Nadine back. It didn't restore the time Quentin had lost with Candi. It did make the world a little better, and in the end that's what mattered. Nadine's final acts were all about sacrifice and justice.Quentin stepped back as the FBI agents continued doing their job.He'd been granted permission to be here. As CIA, he had no jurisdiction nor the ability to make an arrest. Still, putting those cuffs on the little asshole felt good.Nadine would be pleased.
Sunday. Clementine Baker's Home, Washington, DC.CANDI CLUTCHED Q'S HAND in both of hers. "Is this it?""Yeah," he whispered.They stared at the moderate sized home in a DC suburb. Now and wind pelted them. Her teeth chattered. And yet, it felt good. The bone chilling cold reminded her that she was alive."Are we going to knock?" she asked."No. Come on. The FBI lookouts know why we're here."Q led her through the yard and a side gate. A uniformed police officer sat at the first-floor window watching them. Q nodded. Candi lifted a hand, but let it drop to her side without actually waving."This way."Solar lights chased away the shadows, making it less ominous. In a few hours, the world would wake up to a blanket of new snow. A clean slate.Candi didn't know how to feel right now.On one hand, they'd found Nadine. They'd done what they'd set out to do.But, Nadine was dead. Her final act had been to save Q and give them the means with which to combat two threat
Small hands shoved Quentin sideways a second before bullets erupted into the night.Quentin yelled. It was mixed rage and fear. He staggered sideways, only for Nadine to shove at him again."Move, damn it," she barked.They dove behind the shelter of a single boulder. This side of the creek the ground was rockier.Quentin yanked his sidearm out of his holster and sucked down air.Unlike the men at their back, Quentin didn't have unlimited ammunition. Not unless he took theirs."Give me a gun," Nadine hissed.He still couldn't trust her. "No.""Damn you," she growled."Come out and it'll be quick," a voice called out.Nadine laid a finger across her lips and stared him down.He opened his mouth, but she spoke first."You can't think I'm that stupid," she said. With her other hand she pointed back down the way they'd come.She wanted him to go to the creek?"I think you know what your options are," the man called out.Quentin's head knew he couldn't trust Na
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.QUENTIN KEPT AN ARM right around Nadine and held to the broken stub of a branch. The ground beneath them had started to crumble. He wasn't convinced that they'd keep their perch if he let go.Damn it.Every time they made a move someone was in their path. And it wasn't always the same pair.Were all six circling him and Nadine? Did that mean they'd captured Candi? Or had she gotten away?He'd heard a couple of shots off in the distance. Could it be...?No.He had to keep his mind here and now.Quentin strained to hear anything. A leaf on the wind. The crunch of a boot. Something.To Nadine's credit, even her breathing was soundless.Could he trust her to not turn on him?He didn't think so.She leaned toward him until she could whisper ever so faintly in his ear. "Now."He understood her meaning. They were both watching and waiting for an opening. Words were unnecessary risks.One thing was certain, he could trust Nadine to h
Candi's heart raced as she watched the man kneel by the bag and yank the zipper.She lunged left, behind a tree and drew her weapon.Overhead, there was no mistaking the whining whirl of helicopter blades. It might not be anyone friendly, but DC was about a half hour away by air. They'd called Q's contacts about forty-five minutes ago.Could that be help? More enemies? Something else?She didn't know, but she had to hope. She had to believe this wasn't how it was going to end."Hey!" the man barked. "Get back out here.""Keep the cash and let me go, no one has to know." She clicked the safety off the gun.Candi had mostly blocked out the fact that she'd shot and killed someone after being kidnapped. Now, it was on repeat in her mind.Could she do it again?If she got to tell Q she loved him-again-she'd pull the trigger.Her hands shook.The leaves rustled underfoot, allowing her to track the man's movements. She shifted around the tree, keeping it between them.
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.CANDI CROUCHED BETWEEN THE rotted out remnants of a tree and a dense holly bush. This was as close as she could get to the house without being seen.Where had Q and Nadine gotten to?Candi had run out of the house, unable to hear anything beyond the blood pumping in her ears. She'd pushed ahead, convinced those men were right behind her. The only thought in her head was that she couldn't lag behind or else Q would have to leave her.Only, it had happened the other way around.She didn't know when or how Q got separated from her, but when she'd paused to turn around and look, he was gone.Her teeth chattered together. Had something been on the news about a cold front? The winter had been awfully mild so far. It would be their luck for snow to settle in today.Please, no...Where were they?She cautiously peered out through the branches.All but one of the men who'd arrived at the house had gone into the woods.Was this a bad idea?
Friday. Harper's Ferry, VA.THIS WAS A DISASTER of her making.The stitch in Nadine's side felt like a knife was being plunged into her. That, or her scar tissue was warning her about the turning weather. The warm spell was most certainly over."This way," Quentin whispered.Her heart twinged.This was her fault.She was going to get this boy killed. And for what?Over the years, she'd lost her focus. She'd become a leaf, being blown about with no respite. She'd done things to stay afloat, things she regretted.Like involving Quentin.He didn't know it yet, but she wasn't leaving this forest alive."Shit," Quentin muttered."What-?"She never got the question out. Her foot slipped on the underbrush then she tripped on a root. Only, the ground wasn't where she thought it should be. She pitched forward and just kept going. Her shoulder hit the steep incline first, then the rest of her. Limbs tore at her clothing. Rocks scraped her skin. Something rubbery smacke
Friday. Safe House, Unknown, VA.QUENTIN HELD TIGHT TO Candi's hand. He kept glancing at her to make sure she was really there and he hadn't imagined her dramatic return. He had the urge to leave Nadine here and run away with Candi, somewhere it would be just the two of them forever.Instead, he secured the front door then stood in the entry staring at her."And here I thought you'd finally grown a brain," Nadine said dryly.Candi held up her other hand, extending just her middle finger in Nadine's direction.Quentin's phone buzzed. He knew before he pulled it out that it was Wesley. Quentin turned the screen toward Candi. She shrugged and didn't offer any insight into what he should say or do.He clicked the answer button and put it on speaker."Wesley, hey.""Is she there?" Wesley's voice was flat, emotionless.Quentin glanced at Candi. "Yeah."Wesley sighed heavily. "Damn it.""You're on speaker," Candi said."Do you have any idea what I sacrificed to help
Friday.CANDI SLUMPED DOWN A bit more. Wesley gripped the steering wheel like he was on a race course. From where she sat, she could see the speed wavering between five and ten over the speed limit.He couldn't wait to get away from Q.Her heart nearly seized up just thinking that.She wrapped her arms around her more tightly, as if she could hold herself together with strength alone.It felt like history repeating itself.She had to leave because of Nadine for her own good.While Q remained where he was.Candi understood his resolve to carry through with his job. She really did. But her heart couldn't help but feel abandoned. Again.Q had chosen Nadine once over her, and now it was happening again.Yes, Candi knew it was different. This was about doing the right thing and protecting themselves."You're awfully quiet," Wesley finally said."Know your audience," she mumbled.He glanced at her. His sunglasses hid his eyes and made it impossible to guess at wh