Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Drake stood. “Well, you need to figure out what it is because pretty much every agent out in the field is looking for him. I can’t control what they do when they find him. This is a dangerous situation. I need you guys to lay low for a while. Let Lena do her job. I’ll work on the higher-ups to get more resources. I’ll be in town for a couple of days if you need me.”
“So we’re supposed to sit on our hands?” Kala asked, irritation flavoring every word.
“Rest, Kala,” Drake said. “I know you’re super woman, but you went through something traumatic and you need…”
“I told you. I’m doing the therapy.” Her hands fisted on the table. “I saw all the doctors. I’m doing everything the Agency asked me to do.”
“We’ll prep for providing protection for Dr. Shaw’s family.” Cooper knew what he needed to do. Give her a job. She didn’t relax. The job focused her. “And we’ll try to find Zach’s aunt. We’ll stick close to the MT building, and Lou can work in her lab.”
“Great.” But she sat back, and her shoulders came down from around her ears. “Logistics. Awesome.”
He leaned in, his voice going low. “And we have some other projects we’ve neglected.”
She turned his way slightly, her mouth curling in a smile that went straight to his dick. “Naughty subs. We should probably talk through the scenes we’ll run this weekend.”
Yep, he hoped the meeting lasted a while because he had a hard-on.
“All right, let’s get to work.” Big Tag stood, reaching out a hand to his wife. He always reached for her at the end of a meeting. Or a dinner. Or because they were sitting next to each other. The group started to break up, but he sat.
Mostly because of the hard-on and the utter hell he would get from everyone if they noticed. But also because he wanted to reach for her hand, not because she couldn’t stand on her own. She was a force of nature. No. He wanted to reach for her hand so she would know she wasn’t alone. So he would know he wasn’t alone.
“You coming?” She stopped at the door.
“In a minute.” He pretended to be looking up something on his phone.
And she was gone.
But this weekend, they would play, and he was determined that this time around, they wouldn’t stop.
Chapter Six
“I never realized how bad Zach’s childhood was.” Four days later her sister sat across from her in The Hideout’s locker room. Kenzie wasn’t dressed for play this evening. She’d chucked the slacks and blouse she’d worn to work in favor of leggings and a sweatshirt that hung off her left shoulder, exposing a scar she hadn’t earned. It was the mirror to the one on Kala’s shoulder. She’d come by it in a knife fight she’d almost lost a year ago in Beijing.
Kenzie had carefully studied the wound and then had Tris push the knife through when Lou and Tasha had balked. It had been Aidan who stitched her up, but he thought it had been an accident. That’s what Kenzie had told him.
That scar bothered her. Not because Kenzie hadn’t come by it honestly, but that she’d felt the need to come by it at all. Kala had argued that they could cover her shoulder. They’d been born perfect twins. Despite the fact that her parents would tell everyone there was no way they could be fooled, they had and still could be. But time and life had changed them in the slightest ways. Kenzie sometimes had way more of a tan, and Kala had to drag her ass to the tanning salon. Kala had more scars, and Kenzie kept taking those on, too.
What had felt like sisterhood at first was starting to feel like a cage.
A couple of days of intense therapy with Dr. Gallagher had her thinking.
“I don’t think he told us a lot of truth.” Kala turned back to the mirror where she could see her own scar because she was already in a corset and boy shorts, with five-inch heel boots that came over her knees. She was currently curling her hair. It was a 180 from how they spent most of their nights in the locker room. Kala tended to get ready simply and quickly, slicking back her hair since she wasn’t there to have sex or attract a man.
She stared at the mirror. She looked a lot like her sister except Kenz didn’t wear black on the dungeon floor.
Would Cooper like her in lighter colors?
“Do you truly believe he was sent in to hurt us?” Kenzie asked.
Kala rolled her hair around the large barrel iron, giving it a spritz to hold the curl better. “I know he was sent in to report back to some people who don’t like Dad. I’m not sure if he was specifically there to cause trouble so they could dissolve the team, but if he was, then he kind of sucked at his job.”