Endgame
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Finally one of her father’s men had found a small piece of information that had connected the dots, but when Chase had sent in an agent, her father had gotten there already, and she was on a plane, en route to D.C.
Before the plane landed, he had made arrangements with her father. The crazy bastard had wanted to offer her as a bargaining tool to sweeten the arms deal. When he realized how sick the man was, Chase had feared for her life and had basically purchased her from him. It was that easy, that sick. That sad. But then her plane had crashed, her father had died, and suddenly she was his responsibility, collateral damage from his failed mission.
Jake texted again. So you want coffee? I’m going to try a latte.
This isn’t a social engagement. Chase sighed. Parts of him wished it were a date. And he didn’t date. What happened to espresso?
Kate thinks it makes me surly.
Chase rolled his eyes. How could one hundred thirty pounds of blonde bombshell turn his buddy into a puddle of mush? Especially when she wasn’t fucking him. Since when do you care what a woman thinks?
Since she makes you use punctuation in texts. She can also blow me to kingdom come, and I don’t mean the fun way.
Yes, Kate was lethal now, a far cry from mousy Emma, though Emma had been just as deadly with the C-4. From afar, Chase had watched her morph from the terrified yet aroused woman in his bed into an incredibly hot killing machine. The plastic surgery didn’t do a thing for him, though. He’d found her attractive before they changed a single cell on her body.
But he loved how scary smart she was, as Jake would say. He had watched from monitors as she schooled their bomb technician on his shortcomings, and then proceeded to show him exactly what he had done wrong, with long words, chemical names, and diagrams written in Japanese. He would have taken her then and there, if she knew he existed.
She was as smart as he was accurate behind a sniper rifle and it made him almost come in his pants, knowing her mind worked so quickly. She could wire his office, his car, even his pen with a bomb and kill him without giving him a single clue, yet leave no collateral damage. She was that good.
There weren’t many women he felt were an equal to his skills, and her equality turned him on, made him so hot that he couldn’t think, feel, and had sworn off all other women until he could make sense of her.
Chase turned into the parking complex and then into his parking space, his heart hammering a mile a minute. Unfortunately, the bosses above him had discovered through their very thorough physical examination that she lacked experience. He never thought his job would demand he find a way to get her laid. Who the hell was a virgin at twenty-five? But she was, and they wanted it taken care of before her first mission in a few weeks.
He had given her to Jake as a partner, hoping nature would take its course and he’d bed her. Of course she shot Jake down at every turn, which surprised him. And gave him hope. Women didn’t turn Jake down. Period. But a part of Chase selfishly wondered if she dreamed of a certain Alexander Bishop finally scoring the home run of his life.
Still, Chase had to know, so he could make the appropriate plans. You still haven’t scored with her yet?
Nope. But now I know why.
Why? Chase wanted to know, because this should have been Jake’s feather in his cap. Not his. You going to share why?
Nope. The package is en route. With coffee.
Fuck. That meant he was up to bat. But secretly, he had never wanted his turn more. Ever.
The upcoming mission they had her slated for made him uneasy. The powers-that-be were so eager to get this target, to complete the objective they would do just about anything, even if it meant sacrificing Kate.
He wouldn’t allow that. Not only because he loved her, but because she was a member of his team. Okay, definitely because he loved her. He loved her smile, her wit, the way she shot down Jake’s advances. He loved her, and though he fought it, he was the man to get her laid.
He just wished he was the man who could make her dreams come true. But he was her boss, she was a spy, and their love would never work.
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