Candi swallowed and inclined her head, muttering, "Hello.""This is a surprise," the older woman said."Chau Phan?" Q asked.Her gaze cut to him. "Was I speaking to you?"Q was quick to bow and reply, "No, ma'am."Candi did not snicker at that.Chau curled her finger. "Come here, girl."Candi?What did she want?Candi glanced at Q, but he never met her gaze.Well, great."Uh, okay," she muttered.No one spoke as she made the trek around the long table to stand in front of the woman who could only be Chau Phan. She lifted a hand and Candi had to wonder if she was supposed to take it or what.Once more, Chau curled her finger.Unsure of what that meant, Candi bent.Chau grasped her by the chin and turned Candi's face this way and that. Chau lifted her other hand and ran her fingers through Candi's hair. The very act made her skin crawl.Some stranger touching her face?Strange hands in her hair?These were not things Candi would normally allow.And y
Saturday. Orlando, FL.QUENTIN WAS SUSPENDED IN a state where he wanted to be back in the hotel room, and he dreaded Candi's presence.What had gotten into him earlier?They'd had a plan. They'd been on the same damn page. And then he'd seen red, and it all went out the window.What the hell?Quentin slumped over the steering wheel. At Candi's suggestion, he'd left her at the hotel while he ran a few errands. They hadn't spoken since she'd yelled at him on the sidewalk outside Saigon Pho. He just hadn't been able to make his mouth work. No words would come out.What would he have said, anyway? What could he say?He shoved a hand back through his hair.It wasn't like this was the first time he'd seen someone flirt with Candi. Just because he hadn't wanted to date or get distracted didn't mean others had those same standards. He could still recall the acute annoyance he'd felt the first time another analyst had hit on Candi. The guy had done it right in front of Quinte
CANDI WAS GOING TO explode.Q had already ruined her for other men. She'd never had a connection with another person like she did with him. He got the obsessive part of her that couldn't let a lead die, and he got the flirty side of her that couldn't keep stuff in. It had always driven her a bit crazy to have had the perfect guy right there and still not be able to do anything about it.Until now.Yes, she'd had to negotiate the power away from him, but control was firmly in her grasp.Teeth gently bit down on her lower lip.Holy shit.It was like hitting a detonation button.Heat swelled in her chest, and little tingling sensations spread through her pelvis and chest. Her nipples tightened to the point it was maddening.She dug her fingers into his hair. He'd let it air dry this morning, and it had tempted her, looking oh so soft all day. His lips slid over hers, as if the kiss had been his idea and not her mandate.What had she been thinking?Her original plan had
Candi swallowed, and this time let herself look all she wanted. Unlike the other day at the beach, she'd committed to this moment with him.His well-tailored suits had always hinted at a rock hard body, but she hadn't seen him in the flesh until this week. Now, here he was.She slid a hand up and down his chest, marveling at the feel of him. How many times had she imagined what it would be like to have the freedom to touch him?Q leaned forward. But that was it. Was he indulging her?Candi let her hands glide over his chest and shoulders, down to his abs.She peered up at him, taking pleasure in the way he looked at her, as if he wanted to pounce and never let go."I thought you were going to keep kissing me," she said."Oh, I am."He bent his head and sealed his lips over hers. No hesitation whatsoever. Her toes curled, and she wound her arms around him, wanting to get closer.Quentin's hands slid around her. He lifted her up, as if that was the secret to getting clo
Sunday. Motel, Orlando, FL.QUENTIN HUGGED THE WARM form closer to his chest. Part of him knew this was a dream. A dream wherein Candi didn't hate him. Where they spent the night in each other's arms. It was a simpler world, and he never wanted to leave."Q! Q, pay attention," an insistent voice said.He gripped the small form in his arms tighter."Sheesh, pillow hog. Wake. Up."His whole reality shook and for a moment he had the sensation of endlessly falling, right before his eyes snapped open.A lamp cast weak light across the room. A familiar face looked down at him, eyes bright with excitement and mouth twisted into a grin.Candi.His heart reacted immediately. Warmth bubbled up inside of him, only instead of bursting into disappointment, it collected just under his jaw so that it was hard to breathe.What was this change?He rubbed his head and sat up. The sheet fell to his waist, and he was suddenly chilled. Why? He glanced down at his bare chest. But he'd
"It was the screamer next door. You slept right through it. For some reason it made me think of the story you told me about an informant you had to pick up after he'd been roughed up by someone. You said the guy screamed and screamed until you thought your ears would bleed." She lifted a shoulder. "That snowballed.""Into this?" He gestured at the laptop.She chuckled. "Yeah. Like I said, explaining how I got here would be painful."Was there another reason, though? He couldn't allow himself to fully trust Candi, even though he wanted to. She had her own agenda, and that was a fact he couldn't let himself forget.Then there was Metis itself. While they might know all, he couldn't help but think entangling themselves with the organization might be a very bad idea.But once again, what else could they do?Chau Phan hadn't been able to tell them anything except that Zhang possibly feared for his life."What do you propose?" Quentin asked."Sex, but not right now. I think w
Sunday.CANDI GRIPPED THE STEERING wheel with both hands. She was grateful for the attention driving required of her. It kept her from staring at Q, wondering what he was thinking. It did not do anything to keep her urge to talk in check. And after last night, that was going to be a problem.For starters, he hadn't acknowledged last night save for the searing kiss earlier. She'd been so flustered that she'd fled into the bathroom for her shower. A small part of her had hoped he'd saunter in and join her, despite what she'd said to him. That was clearly too much to hope for. Though if he had, she wasn't sure how she'd have reacted. Last night she'd had a whole lot more courage than she did now.When she'd come out of the shower, Q had thrown on shorts and their things were mostly packed.Still not a word or comment from him about last night.From that moment forward, he'd been in his serious mode. Normally she didn't have problems continuing to prod and needle him. This was
Her eyes were locked on the road, but every fiber in her being was aware of him. She swallowed and fought the urge to fan herself.Had she thought it was cold in here?Now she was practically sweating.Candi couldn't help the things she said. Okay, she didn't try to. Especially not around him. Years of conditioning had her expecting nothing in return. And now, here they were. Free to do whatever they wanted with each other."This complicates everything," she said."It was complicated before. Now we're just a bit more honest about it. There are things we can't talk about. But one thing you never have to guess about are my feelings for you. Understand?"She nodded.He was so close now she couldn't see the side mirror around him. Damn needing to watch the road. He bored holes into the side of her skull. "While we're talking about this, I'd like to agree on something else."Oh boy. Now what?"And that is?" she asked."No flirting. With other people, I mean." He shook
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