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“I know,” he purred, grasping her backside, “but I need to see how Jack’s doing with David Clark. The fun stuff will have to wait.”
“Jack doesn’t need your help.”
“No, he doesn’t, but I want to see what David’s given him so far,” Scott replied, landing an unexpected hard slap before pulling back.
“Ouch, what was that for?”
“A reminder to behave.”
“I don’t believe you. I think you just like whacking my ass.”
“Well, there is that,” he said with a chuckle. “Get busy and fix us some lunch.”
“So now I’m a domestic diva?”
“You’ve always been a diva, there’s nothing new about that. Feeding the troops so they can keep their strength up is essential, and besides, it’s an order.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she replied briskly, stepping back and saluting. “One good meal coming up. Permission to bang on the door when it’s ready, Sir.”
“You’re such a brat,” he said sternly, but grinned as he shook his head and marched away.
Pulling a fry pan from the pot cupboard and setting it on a burner, she retrieved a package of ground beef from the refrigerator. Dropping the meat in the pan, she began breaking it up with a wooden spoon, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at the hall. In a room just a short distance away, Jim was sitting in a chair handcuffed and totally bereft.
The temptation to talk to him was almost overwhelming.
You can only be part of this operation if you follow my orders. The first time you don’t, you’re out. No second chances. Am I clear?
Scott’s sternly delivered warning blasted through her head.
Curling her fists, frustrated and furious, she marched to the basement door and pounded loudly. Long seconds ticked by before it finally creaked open.
“What?” Scott asked, quickly stepping out and closing it behind him.
“You’re not wearing your balaclava,” she declared, shocked to see him barefaced. “I thought you had to remain anonymous.”
“I took it off on my way up the stairs. What’s so urgent?”
“I have to speak to Jim. I have questions of my own, but besides that, I’m sure he’ll open up and tell me what he knows. Please, Scott. If I screw it up I’ll never ask for anything again.”
“I doubt that.”
“Well, you might be right,” she admitted sheepishly, “but it doesn’t mean I’m wrong about speaking to him.”
“Okay, Elizabeth, but I’ll be monitoring the interview. If I hear or see anything I don’t like, I’ll pull you out.”
“There are cameras in the rooms? Sorry, silly question.”
“Go, before I change my mind.”
“You won’t regret it.”
“I hope not,” he said solemnly. “Remember, stay calm.”
“I will, and thank you.”
Moving quickly back to the stove and making sure the burner was turned all the way down, she hastily added salt and pepper, covered the pan with a lid, then hurried down the hall. Stopping at the door and gathering her thoughts, she unlocked it and walked inside.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
