Alex saw the kiss coming in plenty of time to avoid it if he’d wanted to.
He didn’t and it was impossible for him to keep his professional distance any longer.Still jacked up from the battle, seeing that hungry, hopeful look in Joanne’s eyes sealed the deal. He settled his hands on her waist, his attention narrowing to the way her lashes fluttered closed as she leaned up on tiptoe, the tempting curve of her lips rising to meet his and the arc of raw sexual energy leaping between them. The tentative weight of her hands on his shoulders sent a ripple of heat across his skin and made his cock harden. That she was leaving in the morning made it easier to ignore just how bad an idea this was. But he wanted her too badly to stop it.Threading his fingers into the curly mass of her hair, he squeezed, bringing her head back before their lips touched and eliciting a tiny gasp that made the sexual fire inside him burn hotter. His way, the grip told hAt his knock Marshall opened the door and stepped back to let him in with an expectant look on his face. “What’s up?”Alex stopped in the middle of the room and met his gaze, deciding it best just to put it out there. “Pam needs a favor.”Because he was a smart sonofabitch, Marshall’s expression immediately turned wary. “And apparently she needs a messenger, too.” He eyed Alex with a raised brow, his southern boy drawl laced with a hard edge.Yeah, this wasn’t going to go well. “She thinks there’s an Intel leak somewhere in the chain and she wants us to look into it. Starting with you contacting Claire.”At the mention of that name, Marshall’s face went eerily blank. “You’re shittin’ me.”Alex shook his head. “No, man, I’m not.” He held up his phone, screen out to show the ignored text message if he wanted to read it.Marshall’s eyebrows crashed together in a glower as he set his hands on h
When Alex opened the door Joanne came up onto one elbow on the bed and pushed the hair out of her face. He slipped inside, flashed a smile.“Everything okay?” she asked, not fooled by the smile.“Yeah. Marshall was looking into something for us. It’s all good.” He nodded at her phone on the nightstand. “You talk to your investors?”“yeah. they were really upset.” Joanne was thankful her Investors wasn’t involved in this side of the project so they wouldn't know she had been subjected to any of this.“Understandable.”She nodded, wishing she’d taken the time to have a shower instead of just changing into her sleep shirt and yoga pants. “I texted my secretary too. I told them I’d let them know when my flight is leaving.”“Eleven hundred tomorrow.”Oh. She frowned, confused by her conflicting reactions. She wanted to go home more than anything, but she couldn’t help feeling responsible for those young workers and the thought of never seeing Alex again s
Sleep wouldn’t come. She’d known it wouldn’t. Not with images of the shootings and the men's frightened faces flickering through her head. Alex’s quiet breathing reassured her she at least wasn’t alone, yet somehow she felt lonelier with him stretched out on that couch across the room. She turned from one side to the other, even pulled the pillow over her head to block out the tiny bit of light coming from the bathroom. No matter what she did she couldn’t relax.“That mattress have lumps in it or something?” Alex asked finally after an unknown amount of time had passed.She rolled to her back with a sigh. “Sorry. Am I keeping you awake?”He gave a half chuckle. “No. I’m not much of a sleeper these days.”“I used to be up until a few weeks ago. I miss it.”In the dim light from the bathroom, she watched Alex sit up and set his elbows on his knees. “I’m not gonna lie to you, sweetheart.”The
Oh, fuck! this was the last thing they needed.Alex gauged Joanne’s reaction to the news. With everything that had happened he kept waiting for her to crack under the strain, and so far she’d hung in there better than he ever could have expected. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel like this was the tipping point and he couldn’t stand the thought of watching her break. And with this new strain he was very afraid she might.Her mouth was pinched, her forehead creased with an anxious frown as she stared at her phone. She squeezed his hand so tight her fingers were white. The room was deathly silent in the wake of Pam’s announcement.“Is it Pablo?” she demanded, a quaver in her voice.“We don’t know yet,” Tom answered.A muscle jumped in her jaw, her gaze still on the phone’s screen, then she gave a sharp shake of her head. “I can’t tell anything from that picture, it’s too small. Give me my laptop.” She reached an ar
Joanne glanced up at Alex. “The go-between for the Connery family and the Cuban officials the State Department told me about?”He took her hand again and stroked his thumb across her cold knuckles, trying to ease the anxiety he sensed in her. “Not sure, but they were specifically targeting you with this. And we’ll have barely enough time to get there even if we leave right now.” Each passing second wound him tighter inside. These assholes were part of the cell responsible for Joanne’s father’s death and the men they worked for were responsible for ruining her family and his life.. Alex wanted them taken out. If that meant having to take Joanne along to draw them out of hiding, he’d do it as long as he could be there to guarantee her safety and make sure she didn’t get too close.“Can we bring backup to this meeting?” he asked Pam.“Negative, they were very clear that it has to be just Joanne and one other person to the final destination. I’m
Marshall left to get his own gear together. Alex put on his tactical vest and grabbed his weapons while Joanne changed in the bathroom. Less than a minute later she reappeared in the black robe with a scarf covering her dark curls. Her face was pale but her eyes burned with conviction.Hold that thought, sweetheart. She was going to need every last bit of the fire burning in her gut to see this through. Shit he admired her. He held out another vest for her. “Put this on under your robe.”She did, paling a little at the stark reminder of the danger ahead. Wrapping his fingers around hers when she finished, he squeezed tight in reassurance and led her out to the parking lot. Sean and Duke were already standing next to the first of the two SUVs, both engines running.“Marshall brought us up to speed. We following you?” Sean asked.“With Marshall, and just until we hit the outskirts of Marianao,” Alex answered. “No idea what’s goin
Fuck. Twenty two minutes to find and verify the location for the Cuban police, on foot in this city? He pulled them out of traffic and put the SUV in park close to a police checkpoint, alerting Marshall over the radio. When Alex opened his door seconds later, Marshall was already there.“Stay here and wait for an update,” Alex told him. He rounded the hood and took Joanne by the arm to lead her to the checkpoint as he called Pam and gave him the heads up.The first of three heavily armed policemen took their ID. His face tensed in sudden recognition and he quickly got on the radio to someone. Another officer squared off with Alex. “You will wait here.”Like hell he would. If the local police already knew who they were then they knew what was going down and Alex wasn’t going to deal with any bureaucratic bullshit when so much hinged on this op and Joanne’s life was in danger just by being in the city. Here he didn’t trust anyone outside of hi
Joanne’s heart clattered against her ribs as Alex finally slowed to a walk.“Stand tall and look straight ahead, like you belong here,” he whispered.God, she was having trouble catching her breath, and he wasn’t even breathing hard. It went against every instinct to do as he said instead of constantly looking around to scan for threats, but she knew he was right. Giving off that sort of nervous energy would only look suspicious and make her stand out more. Right now the only things giving her the courage to see this through were having Alex right next to her and feeling the strength of his hand around hers. Wanting justice for her father and putting her own life on the line to see it done were two very different things.The map on her phone showed the address as being just a few blocks from where they stood. Here amongst the back alleys and quieter residential streets the night seemed hushed and ominous. The narrow street they were on was d