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“Emerson?”
“I’m trying to decide where to start.”
15
LYNX
When I returned to Saint’s apartment, Decker was huddled with my brother, Rile, and Grinder. I didn’t see Irish, and that was fine with me.
“Anything I can do?” I asked.
Decker shook his head. “I’ll let you know when we’re ready for you.”
As Z had said, we were going off the books for this one. We’d hired a team, and I needed to let them do their job. “I’m going for a walk,” I muttered, not that it appeared anyone had heard me.
I went across the street to the corner market, where I found Rashid’s father behind the counter like I had yesterday. Had that truly only been twenty-four hours ago? It seemed so much longer.
“Another chai for Emme?” he asked.
“Not today, thanks. But I’d like one.”
He grunted something I couldn’t understand, came around the counter, and walked to the rear of the store.
“Make it caffeinated,” I hollered after him.
When he returned a few minutes later, it was with a paper cup instead of the ceramic one that he’d given me for Emerson. That was likely still in Saint’s apartment; I made a mental note to return it later.
I paid the man and picked up a circular on my way out. There was a park just north, and it was the perfect place for me to take a few minutes to think through the events of the last twenty-four hours.
Saint was one of my men, and if he were here in front of me, I’d be tempted to fire him. He’d always been a loose cannon, as the saying went, and Z had made it clear he expected me to rein him in. I hadn’t, and that was part of the reason Saint was now missing.
There were times I considered the man more of an asset than a fellow agent. I’d even made the suggestion to Z that we offer him a reduced role. Z had told me at the time to wait and see how this particular mission went. I suppose we both had our answer.
Getting involved with Emerson, someone he’d been tasked with turning into an asset, had been reckless. But was what I was doing any less so? Did the fact she and I had shared one passionate night three years ago, somehow give credence to my pursuit of her being any different?
What I needed more than anything was to sort out how I really felt about her. I’d asked myself before if when I saw her again, she’d live up to my memory. Had she? I couldn’t say for certain. I was so wrapped up in her for the last twenty-four hours that all I could think about was her in my bed, naked and warm, as I buried myself inside the best pussy I’d ever had. Was it really as magical as I remembered it being?
Maybe I should let her be tonight and go out on the pull. Perhaps getting laid would be the best thing I could do to let go of this obsession I had with Dr. Charles.
I sat up against the trunk of a tree and skimmed the weekly entertainment guide I’d picked up on my way out of Rashid’s father’s store. It seemed that every bar and pub advertisement was aimed at a crowd far younger than me. So much for going out on the pull.
I closed my eyes, content to feel the soft breeze on my face as the tree shaded me from the ungodly heat of the city.
I’d give just about anything to have this mission over and take a holiday, perhaps even staying on in the States for a time. To what end, though? When it was over, Saint would return, and then I’d learn exactly what his relationship with Emerson truly was. If my fears were confirmed, I’d much rather be in England.
My mobile buzzed, jarring me awake. I must’ve drifted off, but I had no idea for how long.
“Ready for me?” I asked when I saw the call was from Decker.
“Lynx, are you aware Dr. Charles is on her way out of town?”
“What? No, I left her at her apartment,” I looked at my watch, “less than an hour ago.”
“Where are you now?”
“On my way.”
I ran across the street, took the stairs to Saint’s floor rather than wait for the lift, and entered my code. When I walked in, Decker and Irish were in the midst of a heated discussion.
