Never let it be said he didn’t know his man.
And that scared the shit out of him.
“I’m sorry, Agent, but right now, he’s in a meeting with another agent. You’re going to have to wait since this wasn’t on his schedule.”
Oh, know what was on Gabe’s schedule?
Meddling in his agent’s personal lives, apparently. Maybe he should have clocked out on that one for a change.
“Sorry,” she added.
Oh, not as sorry as Gabe was about to be. The bottom line was that Gene didn’t want to wait.
And he wouldn’t be.
He was burning daylight, and there was this urgency boiling in him—right next to that rage—that he needed to get across the country ASAP.
To Ethan.
He had to get to Ethan.
“How long do I need to wait?” he asked, doing the math as to when his flight toDamascuswas taking off. Because come Hell or highwater, his ass would be in that seat.
Bet.
On.
It.
At his question, Gabe’s secretary looked at the man’s schedule, and sighed.
Yeah, that didn’t sound good, and he knew it.
“After this, he has a meeting with the President of the United States and SecDef. He won’t be back in-house until much later today. I can pencil you in for five tonight though.”
Five at night?
Oh, Hell, no.
That wasn’t working.
Not.
For.
Him.
There was no way he was sitting here and waiting for his royal douchebag to clear his schedule and missing that flight to get to Ethan. He’d planned on landing inDamascusbefore five.
Waiting wasNOTan option.
Fuck.
That.
It appeared he was going to have to do the rash thing that he’d come here to do.
Someone was going to hold the deputy director hostage until he got this all off of his chest.
