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“For?” she asked him loftily as she finished the job.
“This is not a requirement and even if you do a lousy job of it, I am still sticking.”
He meant it as a joke, but she peered at the knot in the tie with a frown. “I did it wrong?”
“It’s perfect.” He caught her around the waist. “And even if it is a little crooked, I would not throw you out on your fine ass.”
“You are a funny guy. Let go.” She pushed at him but he would not budge. “I thought you had an early breakfast meeting.”
“We are engaged.” He nuzzled her neck. “I just need to let it sink in for a minute.”
“Wade.”
“Hmm?” He was nibbling at her neck and sending white hot flames through her body.
“Your meeting.”
“I need another few minutes.”
“And I have to remind you that I am not wearing a ring.”
“That can be remedied as soon as this afternoon.”
“You do not know my ring size.”
“Oh yes, I do.” Lifting his head, he clasped her face between his palms. “I have been waiting for this moment since I first met you.” He kissed her roughly on the lips.
“Regrettably, I have to go. I love you darling.” With another kiss, he was gone, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, her knees trembling.
*****
The bubble of happiness that had him floating from the breakfast meeting to his office dissolved as soon as he entered his office building.
“I am sorry Mr. Bramwell, I tried to call but you were not picking up.” Corinne rose from her desk as soon as he entered.
“I had my phone turned off.” He had already noticed the two men who also got to their feet. “We will take this inside my office.” He turned to his assistant and the woman handed him some messages. “No interruptions, please.”
The woman nodded.
Pushing the doors wide open, he stepped in and then closed them behind him. “I assume you would not like anything strong as you are on duty. I hope you don’t mind.”
He was already walking over to the cabinet and taking off his outer coat.
“Wade, this is SA Sara Blakely.”
Wade glanced at the director of the special task force who was also a friend. “Kevin, I am guessing you are not here to tell me that Volkov is behind bars.” He brought the drink over to the desk and gestured for them to have a seat.
“He is.”
“That’s good news, or is it?” He eyed his friend over the rim of his glass.
“At a price.” SA Sara Blakely said grimly.
“And that would be?”
“Angela Bisasor was found beaten half to death in her apartment early this morning.” Kevin told him. “She managed to call 911 and also managed to get a piece of Volkov beneath her nails. She lured him to her place by telling him that she was willing to give him what she had on him.”
“And he paid her back by beating the shit out of her.”
