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"I just want her mind right,” I assured Saff.
There was a knock at the door. "Open."
Tabatha strolled in. "It was too hard to listen from the outside. Am I going under or what?"
I scowled at her. "This is a classified—"
Saff shook her head. "It's not classified, you arse. She's the agent in question for fuck's sake. Get in here, Tabatha."
I could only stare incredulously at my sister. "Are you Ops Command, or am I fucking Ops Command?"
She gave me a mini bow. "You are, Mr. Webb. But you're acting weird, so knock it the fuck off. Make a final decision right this minute if it's Tabatha who has to go in and pretend to be this idiot's girlfriend. Ask her what she wants like a true leader with a great team would do."
Tabatha blinked up at me. "Yeah, ask me what I think, Gabe."
"What you think is irrelevant. You will either get assigned, or you won't."
She lifted a brow and reached to the clip that held her hair up and removed it, letting her russet waves cascade over her shoulders.
I itched to touch them.
Her hair color was so unusual. I thought it was a bottle job when I met her, but her brows were the same color. And well, I'd seen photos of her as a child. The color was real. Against her light brown skin, it was extremely striking.
"Why do I get the impression you guys think I can't do this mission?"
Saff was quick to say, "Of course, you can do it."
At the same time I tried to shout over her with, "I'm not sure you can."
Tabatha whirled on me and was in my face in two strides. She looked so small as she jabbed her finger toward me. "That's bullshit and you know it. I'm one of your best agents. Hell, I helped train half the recruits in here. If I'm not capable of doing this, none of them are. So what's your real problem here? You've always hated me. Is that what this is about?"
"Yes, I do hate your smart fucking mouth," I snarled back.
You are a shite liar.
"So you're going to derail my career?"
"Oh no, I'm not going to derail it. As long as you're here, you are mine to protect."
"I don't need your protection."
Tabatha was leaning her hands on my desk now, scowling at me, and I was scowling down at her.
Saff rolled her eyes. "If you two are going to squabble as foreplay, I'll leave, but Gabriel Webb, we're not done. You and I will make the final decision in the morning if Tabs leaves you standing."
When Saff left, Tabatha continued to stand her ground. "Seriously, what the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem is you. You're impulsive. You don't think through everything. You think you know everything. The hubris is shocking."
"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself? Because everything you just said sounds like a Gabe Webb special. Control. Control. Control. Yes, you are Ops Command, so ultimately, you have control of my career. But I'm a good agent and you know it."
"I say who's a good agent."
Continuing to ignore me as she usually did, she smirked and said, "The best part is that my track record speaks for itself. That's why they asked for me."
I laughed low. "You think they're doing you a favor by asking you? What are you going to do when Tate insists on getting in your knickers?"
She laughed. "Is that what you're worried about? I can handle Tate just fine."
