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He dropped a kiss on her confused lips. “You owe me a curry run ten, ten for speaking badly about yourself and then hot sex.”
“Mmm, yes, sir.”
“I thought you’d agree.”
IT HAD BEEN A LONGweek. The break-in at the hangar got special attention. Carter had been working hard on a job and she was glad it was the end of the day on Friday. Becky looked at the clock as the call from the front desk came through. That didn’t bode well because a five o’clock call to the office usually meant Jac had company. An unscheduled, late afternoon visitor, to be exact. She had spoken to the hunky guy on front desk duty today. If a woman was looking for distraction, this was the place to work. Becky smiled. It had worked out for her.
She frowned when she was informed that a Mr. Ramirez was at the front desk, insisting that he speak with Jac. Becky hadn’t heard about him before, and security was keeping him at the entrance waiting to hear whether they would let him further into the building. There was yelling that someone couldn’t do something she couldn’t make out, and immediately following that, her office door opened to a dark-featured man of medium build, flanked by two men Jac would have liked to hire.
She put down the receiver and focused a stern, no-nonsense stare at the intruding, well-dressed man. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Reynaud is not seeing anyone else today. He has an opening Monday after lunch if you would like.”
“That isn’t going to work.” He looked at her desk nameplate. “Ms. Carrington. Look at his schedule again. Maybe you didn’t hear my name correctly. Martín Garcia Ramirez.”
“Thank you, Mr. Ramirez, but it will not get you in to see Mr. Reynaud today. However, as I mentioned, he does have an... “
“No! I must see him today. It is a matter of,” Mr. Ramirez lowered his voice, “life or death.”
Becky knew this was very likely the truth. Jac rarely took unscheduled appointments from non-clients. There were a few federal agencies he hadn’t blackballed. Very few. This man was not from a federal agency. He looked as though he was used to getting his way, and the two bodyguards with him were equally polished and demanding, but obviously the muscle.
“Let me check with Mr. Reynaud.”
She buzzed Jac and explained the situation. At first, he told her they needed an appointment. Then a text flashed on her monitor screen. Jac was messaging her. “Does he have an accent?”
“A slight one.”
“Two goons with him?”
“Yep.”
“A scar on his right hand?”
Becky tried to lean just enough to see Mr. Ramirez’s right hand. “Tell him yes, my dear.” The gentleman held up his hand.
“Yes.”
“Damn. Can’t turn him away. Tell him to leave his guns with you and his goons in the outer waiting room. If he does, send him in. If he refuses... no, let me tell him.”
Becky was relieved because she didn’t have the chutzpah to stand up to this man who expected to be the dictator, not to be dictated to. The door opened behind her.
“Martín. You look well. Come in. Your friends must wait in the outer waiting room, and your guns can go in my safe. I’m surprised that my guy allowed you in with those.”
“They are... different. Undetectable.”
“I see. Becky, you may go for the evening. I imagine Mr. Ramirez won’t mind.”
“Not at all, my dear. I’m sure you have a husband to take care of.”
“Her man is memorable. Go home, Becky.” That shocked her. Becky? Twice? Jac had tried one day to call her Becky and that had been it. He was a full-name guy. So why? Something must be wrong.
“On my way, sir.”
Something was going on. She needed to call Carter and Sharlee.
“Don’t forget to tell Charlotte you’re leaving.”
Yep, that verified it. She never told Sharlee when she left work.
“Yes, sir. See you tomorrow.” She turned to the demanding man who seemed to push Jac into a protective stance. “Nice to have met you, sir.” As she prepared to walk out the door, she turned as if she had just remembered. “Mr. Reynaud, do you want me to tell Team One that you will be tied up and won’t meet them at the gym today?”
