Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“Mmm…I’d love to watch. I’ll bet you’re a spectacular sight when you come,” Mitch purred. Damn, that voice was making Cody hard again.
“You wanna watch me come?” His stomach tightened excitedly at the thought. He’d never been an exhibitionist, but he wasn’t a prude either. To be honest, he’d love to watch Mitch come too.
“I bet you’re fucking hot! If you liked what we did tonight, just wait till I get you on Skype, Cody Turner,” Mitch said, and the words sent a shiver across his body and took root in his sated and alcohol-clouded mind. He’d worry about what that meant in the morning.
“Until next time, Cody Turner…” Mitch whispered, and Cody smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 18
Monday morning, the flight from Kentucky hadn’t been near as eventful as the flight there. As they ate up the miles in the air, zooming back to Washington, DC, Mitch watched as Connors changed from the reasonable, almost easygoing guy he’d finally become in Kentucky, to the stressed out, overly talkative freak Mitch had met when he’d first arrived to the DC office. To say Connors was back to being annoying was an understatement.
That caused Mitch to sigh and rub his fingers against his temples, trying to rid himself of the headache he’d had for most of the morning. His goals were simple—he was determined to sit down with every Secret Service agent assigned to Greyson and have a talk with each one individually. His plan consisted of digging further into their backgrounds, but he prepared himself for the uphill battle that would become once he hit the walls of red tape and interdepartmental rivalries. He doubted, as well-trained in discretion as they were, that he’d be able to trip them into making a stupid verbal mistake.
The plane touched down, jarring Mitch from his thoughts. He jerked his eyes open to see they had landed at the same private airstrip they’d departed from. The dings of their phones started almost immediately upon touchdown. Mitch ignored his. He’d found out this morning, if he looked at his phone, he’d think about Cody and the phone call they’d shared last night. Mitch sighed….right then, with just that thought, he grew hard again. He forced his mind back to the present, unbuckled his seat belt, and rose, stretching out his body before heading to the front of the plane for his duffel bag and laptop.
Connors had kept his bag with him. He’d never bothered to take off his suit coat either. When he exited, he looked as sharp and crisp as he did when he boarded the flight. It must have killed him to be so rumpled and wet yesterday in Kentucky. Mitch grinned at the thought.
“How do you do that?” Mitch asked, grabbing for the sunglasses he had hooked into the top of his T-shirt. The brightness of the sun blinded him as he stepped outside to the stairwell.
“How do I do what?” Connors asked as he answered his ringing phone. “What happened?”
There was silence as Connors came to an abrupt stop on the bottom step. Mitch was forced to stop or plow right into Connors from behind. Just as Mitch prepared to shove the guy off the last step, he heard him say, “Are they certain it’s a break?” Mitch got the impression this was more personal than professional from the depth of concern he heard in the man’s tone. “What hospital are you at?”
Mitch did reach out and move Connors over, not the shove he originally intended, but a slight nudge. He headed toward the car that had apparently replaced their company-assigned vehicle. To his surprise, the driver got out and crawled in the backseat as Mitch headed over.
“Is this thing set for the bureau?” Mitch asked as he took the now free driver’s seat, waving a finger at the GPS in the dashboard.
“Yeah, I know the way, but I figured it would play out like this. I heard I was saddled with two type-A personalities. Figured neither of you would be taking the backseat. Plus word spreads quickly in our circles,” the guy added with a shrug.
“I’m not like him.” Mitch hooked his thumb out the side window in Connors’s direction.
The guy nodded slowly. “Sure, you’re not.”
“Caroline, I’m on my way,” Connors said as he slid inside the car. He turned to Mitch, covering a hand over the phone, and said quietly, “I need to be dropped off at St. Mary’s. My son’s having surgery.”
“Be a big boy. I’ll be there soon.” Connors said into the phone. The driver hoisted himself between the seats and reprogrammed the GPS. “Yes, you’ll have a scar like me. Be brave, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Kiss your mom for me.”
Mitch didn’t do anything more than just stare at Connors. The guy had babbled more words to him in the last twenty-four hours than Kreed had in the last ten years, yet he hadn’t mentioned something as important as the fact he had a kid?
“What? Get going. My son’s having surgery,” Connors ordered, doing a forward finger motion thing, trying to get him moving along.
“You have a family?”
“I got you programmed in,” the driver said and sat back. The GPS calculated their route, but Mitch didn’t bother to move even though he was certain it wasn’t hard to find his way out of the airport.
“Do I need to drive?” Connors sounded impatient.
Mitch lifted his brow at the FBI agent. “That’s something a partner tells another partner. You haven’t shut up since I met you, and I just now find out you have a family?”
“So what? You didn’t tell me about yours, and with all that ‘fuck yeah’ coming through the walls last night, you sure weren’t talking to your director.” Point for Connors. That effectively shut Mitch up. Damn, he’d thought he’d been quiet last night.
When the GPS voice began, Mitch put the car in drive and started out of the airport.
“You heard all that, did you? And how do you know I wasn’t talking to my director?” Mitch said, trying for a little shock value as he turned the blinker on and merged into the traffic.