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)
She put him in an impossible position time and time again.
When would he stop paying for the idiot his fifteen-year-old self had been?
“Packing as fast as they can. Damon sent a couple of his men to escort them to London. Hannah was already in England. She’s at Oxford, but Arran is going to have to be pulled out of school,” Big Tag replied. “The Swedish police are watching them for now. Once they’re at The Garden, they’ll have twenty-four-seven security. But I have to worry about Jax and Tucker. Robert’s already got his family at The Garden. They’ve been living in London in a townhouse, but it’s better to close ranks at this point.”
He studied Kala as they began to talk about logistics. Which was supposed to be his area of expertise, but his brain wasn’t working on anything but her right now. Tristan was saying something about flying to Colorado to escort Jax Lee and his family back to Texas. Someone talked about Wyoming. He was pretty sure that was where Tucker lived. All of the men from the team so long ago would have to go into hiding.
Kala was perfectly flawless. She’d changed into street clothes, and gone were the pretty pink curls, replaced with a ponytail that accented her high cheekbones and the lips he’d kissed.
He’d kissed her and it had been everything. It had been like coming fucking home, and then it had all gone wrong.
How had it gone wrong? In the beginning she’d responded to him. There hadn’t been any hesitation in her kiss. She hadn’t fought him when he’d picked her up—and he’d done it for exactly the reason she thought he had. So everyone would know. He knew she would want to keep it on the down low, but he had no intention of being her dirty secret. He could be her booty call but not a secret.
Not like he’d made her when they were young.
He shoved aside the gut-gnawing guilt he felt.
She’d had a reaction. Likely to his weight being on her. Had she felt pinned down? Had it been too much dominance for the Dominatrix?
“I’ve called the Swedes, and they’re going to work with us,” Big Tag said, running a hand over his barely-there hair. He’d seen pictures of Big Tag when he’d had blond hair that brushed his shoulders, but as long as Coop could remember he’d had a high and tight. He’d likely gotten pulled out of a privacy room, too, since he was almost certain Big Tag and Charlotte had come from Sanctum.
“They’re sending us CCTV footage from around the neighborhood,” Drake said since the gang was all here. It was a whole lot of Agency in his happy place. “I’m surprised Huisman didn’t find a way to turn off the cams.”
The woman at the end of the table cleared her throat, and all eyes turned to her. “Have we considered the fact that this might not be Huisman?”
The profiler/therapist the Agency had sent was here as well. She sat beside Drake, who was as casual as he’d ever seen the man in sweats and a T-shirt, with rumpled hair. Like he’d rolled out of bed to get here, which he probably had. Unlike Ian and Charlotte, he hadn’t been at Sanctum since his wife wasn’t with him.
Lena Gallagher, however, looked like she was ready for work. If the late hour bothered her, it didn’t show. She wore a perfectly tailored business suit, her chin-length bob smooth and straight, and her makeup done.
Big Tag’s brow rose. “Who the hell else would it be? Dr. Walsh is a renowned neuroscientist. She’s a researcher at this point and working on curing Alzheimer’s. Do you think the disease is sending out bombs to kill her?”
Big Tag was spicy when he was tired. Kala’s gaze slid his way, her eyes flaring slightly as if to say here we go. He let his lips curl. She was endlessly amused by her father, and they loved to watch when he got started up. Cooper loved sharing it with her.
And then she shut down as though she remembered what had happened.
Was that all she was remembering?
“Well, Mr. Taggart, it feels petty for Dr. Huisman,” Lena began, ignoring the sarcasm from Big Tag. “I’ve made a study of the man, and he tends to be a big-picture sort of guy. Don’t get me wrong. I’m certainly not saying the doctor isn’t capable of murder. He obviously is, but I believe he would do it in a more spectacular fashion.”
“He likes bombs,” Kenzie pointed out. “He’s blown up shit across the globe. Sounds like Huisman to me.”
Kenzie was glaring at the psychologist, which was odd because Kenz was almost always friendly. But then she kind of glared at him right now, too. He would bet Kala hadn’t said a word about what had happened.