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But these last few months had proven the two of them could work together. Of course, she still had issues with the occasional dream. She had no control over her subconscious, and she had been going through a dry spell.
Here she was, sitting in her office like some teenager with a crush on her teacher. She shook herself and then grabbed her phone. It was time to start making those calls. Daydreaming about a man like Marcus Floyd only led to heartache.
ChapterThree
Tamilya took a calming breath and tried to get her nerves under control. She’d been working with TFH for a few months now, and while they’d had a few terrorism issues, nothing quite this big had hit them. This was going to be something big. She felt down to her bones.
She sat down and tried to get her thoughts in order before she called Addie. Knowing her old boss, she already knew what was happening. Even when things happened in other divisions, Addie always seemed to know what was going on. Tamilya rolled her shoulders trying to ease the tension there. She knew she always held it there and any time she talked to Addie, it returned.
In the years since she left the FBI, she began to understand what had happened there and why having Addie for a boss was probably a bad idea. Addie presented herself as a team player. She was damned good at her job and her info was always spot on. But when it came to anyone else’s career, she would happily throw them under the bus. She’d learned that the hard way and when she had started working for Dillon Securities, she had been uncomfortable with sharing much of herself outside of work with Conner Dillon. Bit by bit, Conner had pulled her out of her shell. She owed him for that.
Now the crew at TFH would never allow her to standoffish. It was impossible. They just wouldn’t let her keep to herself.
She smiled and used that warm feeling she got from working with TFH to ground her. She needed to use that when she talked to Addie. If not, Addie would pick up on her irritation. There was nothing that would ever convince Tamilya that Addie didn’t use her as a scapegoat.
With a sigh, she pushed those thoughts aside. She would focus on the task at hand and the fact that she didn’t have to deal with the FBI on a regular basis.
She hit Addie’s number in her contacts, and she picked up on the first ring.
“Hey, there. I was wondering when you would be calling.”
* * *
Marcus pouredhimself a coffee and offered the pot to Adam. He shook his head and took a sip. He’d already been nursing his cup of coffee for a few minutes now.
“Are you sure you don’t want some more? You look like crap.”
Adam looked worse than Del; although, he did appear somewhat more refreshed. His clothes weren’t wrinkled but the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent. Probably because he’d been home and Del hadn’t.
“No, thanks. I have a little paperwork to file, then I’m heading home. I’ll never get any sleep if I drink any more coffee than this.”
Marcus nodded. “And you’re saved from handling this case.”
“Not really. We’re all going to be on deck because of the national security issues.”
“True,” Marcus said as he sipped his coffee. The smooth Kona brew slid down his throat. Inwardly he sighed. For a decade, he drank the crap cop coffee, so getting good coffee at work was a blessing. It was one of the many reasons he loved working at TFH.
“So, you and Tamilya will be working together,” Adam said.
At first, Marcus didn’t catch onto the tone, but then it hit him. He glanced up at Adam and saw that idiotic smile.
“Yeah. Like we always do on things like this.” Adam didn’t say anything, but his smile widened into a grin. “What?”
“This is different.”
“No. It’s not.”
And if he said it enough, he might just remember that it was just the job. He’d slipped up twice today and called her Tammy. It was the name he had used when they were dating, but he knew no one else used it. It was somehow more intimate than her given name, and he had best not use it again. Today, for some reason, he couldn’t stop calling her that.
“Whatever you say, Bruddah,” Adam said with a chuckle.
“Just lay off, Adam.” All of a sudden it hit him. If Adam had noticed the tension, the other idiots they worked with would too. That meant one thing. “I want you to make sure there are no bets. Tamilya wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh, so you’re worried about her feelings?”
“She wouldn’t like it.” He repeated it like a mantra. Truthfully, it was more about him than Tamilya. She had a good sense of humor, but he was worried it would make it impossible for him to get her back.
Whoa. He didn’t want that. Didn’t need that. The two of them just didn’t work. Not back in DC and definitely not now that they worked together here in Hawaii. When she had first arrived in Hawaii, he had entertained getting back with her. But he knew what she wanted, and Marcus wasn’t built for that. He lusted after her on a daily basis, but he also had tremendous respect for her. He’d realized when she’d started at TFH that he couldn’t put both of them through that breakup mess again.
