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The men didn’t talk beyond the occasional comment or question about traffic or alternate routes. Joanne stayed quiet in the back but it felt weird to be driven around without speaking to the other people in the vehicle. Like she was a VIP being chauffeured across the city or something. Though she wanted to initiate conversation she resisted the urge, remembering Alex’s warning. He’d made it clear they weren’t going to be friends on this trip they had to act like strangers, it was hard but she knew that was the only way they'd survive, she really needed the backing of some of the notable Cuban and Russians to do deals with her company.she felt lonely at the back seat but it didn’t feel right to talk to Marshall while ignoring him. Instead she used the time it took to reach the first meeting location to review her notes and talking points she’d laid out.By the time they reached the house of the mogul, the huge building, nerves were once again jumShe followed closely in Alex’s walk across the street through the snarled lanes of traffic, stretching out her strides to keep up with him. He kept careful tabs on her, checking on her position every few seconds.On the far side of the four lane road they hit the sidewalk and headed east toward the government buildings a few blocks away. Here it was less crowded, the pedestrians moving in opposite directions on the thin strip of pavement without any problem. She noticed Alex’s head moving constantly and knew he was cataloguing everything going on around them. Hired security or not, he was out here guarding her back. She found that sexy as hell.By the time they were a block away from their destination, sweat had gathered beneath her arms and breasts and across her face. She couldn’t wait to get inside the building and cool off, maybe duck into the ladies room to take off her thin sweater and scarf. They passed groups of business people talking on cell phones and throngs
*******A hard hand cupped her jaw, turned her head. She blinked up into Alex’s concerned face. He was saying something to her, frowning.“I’m okay,” she managed shakily, and got to her hands and knees. He grabbed her beneath the arms and hauled her upright as though she weighed nothing. When she was on her feet he kept hold of one upper arm and she was thankful because her legs wobbled. All around them people crowded into groups, gawking at the awful spectacle before them. As she watched, the first victims start to pour out of the ruined building, covered with blood and soot.Two men emerged carrying another and laid him down on the sidewalk away from the falling glass and debris. It took a moment for Joanne to realize the man was missing his right arm at the shoulder. She stared in horror at the lump of glistening bloody flesh sticking out of the sleeve, the blood pulsing out of him while someone tore off their shirt and frantically w
Joanne somehow managed to put one sore bare foot in front of the other despite the rigidity in her muscles as Alex steered her into her hotel room. The lock clicked into place behind them, sounding overly loud to her heightened senses. Her heart rate still hadn’t normalized. She took slow, deep breaths to calm herself. It wasn’t working.“Let’s take a look at you,” he said, ushering her into the bathroom with a solid hand on the small of her back. The warmth of his touch registered more than his voice did. She winced when he flipped a switch and bright white lights flooded the room. With a nudge forward he settled her on the closed toiled lid and grabbed a facecloth from the rack above it. He ran the tap and moistened it before turning back to her. “Here. Clean up your cheek while I check your feet.”Feeling stiff all over, Joanne turned her head to look at herself in the wide rectangular mirror above the vanity. Her eyes looked huge in her too pale face
Alex shook his hands in the bowl of the sink and reached for the hand towel hanging from a ring in the wall next to the light switch. In the mirror, he met her gaze. “i don't doubt it. There aren't a lot of foreign dignitaries in town, so maybe the Connery family are involved, the target was you or it was a warning to you, the buildings were a temptation too great to pass up. Whoever did it had it planned well in advance though. Packing two separate trucks with that amount of explosive and finding their way to an open route in that mess? they definitely knew we were going to be there.” He shook his head, the light casting bronze-tinted highlights in his dark hair. “Either they got lucky with the accident clogging up traffic, or they set it up that way in the first place. My money’s on the second guess.”She shivered at the certainty in his voice, in his eyes and at the the thought of what they were up against, for all the years she has built her company alone she had
Marshall was still smiling as he made his way to the door. When he opened it, Michelle stood there, fist poised to knock. Her face was pale and pinched with worry. When she saw joanne she expelled a sigh and seemed to sag in relief. The moment she stepped inside and held out her arms, Joanne rushed straight into them while Marshall quietly closed the door behind him to give them privacy.Fresh out of the shower after hitting the hotel gym, Alex glanced up from his phone when Marshall entered the room. “How is she?”“Just fine. Michelle’s with her now.”“Good.” He was actually surprised at how well she’d held up so far.she'd been through a lot and not too many women he knew could experience something like they had experienced with mass casualties without falling to pieces or becoming hysterical. Joanne had done neither. Instead she’d been silent, even on the way back to the hotel, she had been closed down. Only the trembling in her body and the pallor of her ski
The weight of responsibility on her shoulders, the grief in her eyes—they hit Alex like a kick to the gut. He squeezed his fingers around the padded arms of the chair, fighting the urge to walk over there and wrap her up in his arms. For Christ’s sake, he was only human. To see this confident, polished woman so lost and vulnerable turned him inside out. She was clearly afraid to be here, yet she’d somehow found the strength to overcome it and do what she felt necessary.“And these greedy men.” She pushed a hand through the tangle of her hair and blew out a breath, then drew her knees up to her chest and looped her arms around them. “They have taken a lot of lifes badly, your men have done enough to risk their lives by simply coming to site. How the hell can this still be happening in this day and age? I’m not brave, never have been. I’m scared to death about going into battle with them, because of what happened to my father, but if he had the courage to defy the Connery fam
In the safety of his uptown Cuban apartment, Hernandez sipped on a mug of hot coffee while he worked up the nerve to get in touch with his shadowy darkweb contact, the men that had helped him do the work he had not been able to do back in the states. After two days of digging, he had nothing of consequence to report about Joanne, the dark haired american. Except for what he’d learned in the online article he’d read less than an hour ago. Since it was in Spanish and as far as he knew his target didn’t speak it, Hernandez hoped this early information was enough to satisfy his bosses, they had been getting impatient lately. At any rate, he was out of time. He had to report in tonight.Setting the mug aside, he typed a message in Spanish and waited for a response. Three minutes later, a sharp ding announced a reply.Did you get the phone I asked you to?Yes, he answered.Log off, erase the data and call me at th
After a restless night without much sleep, Michelle answered Joanne’s door for her when someone knocked at seven a.m. She glanced up from the desk where she and Michelle had their laptops running and piles of papers spread between them to find Alex standing between the jambs.Her welcoming smile faded and her heart tripped when she saw his tight expression. Even though she’d only known him two days, she already knew that look meant trouble. “What’s wrong?”Striding to the desk, he pulled a copy of the morning paper out of his back pocket, unfolded it and set it in front of her to see. “This isn’t exactly the low profile we’re looking for,” he said, keeping his tone even despite his obvious irritation.Joanne peered down at the article. It showed a picture of her with the Cuban Minister, and the article was based on an interview he’d apparently given after she’d left yesterday. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in denial before she