Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Her hand ran down his side. “I’m supposed to meet with my contact in the next couple of days.”
Fuck. He’d known it would happen at the conference. It was precisely why they were all here. But now it was moving far too fast, and the uncertainty of what would happen was going to kill him.
“Don’t borrow trouble, Drake.” Her lips brushed his jaw.
His whole body went on red alert. “I was going to let you settle in and play with you tonight, but I won’t be able to if you keep doing that, baby.”
Her cheek rubbed against his, and her hands moved inside his shirt, finding skin and connecting them. “I think this is a very professional way to talk about things. I think doing our own personal meetings this way might help to keep you calm.”
He wasn’t fucking calm at all, but if this was how she wanted to update him, he would take it. He leaned over and shoved one arm under her knees and the other balancing her back as he hauled her against his chest. “I was going to shower before you got in, but now you have to deal with the sweat. Now tell me what you know and talk fast because you won’t be able to talk once I get my mouth on your pussy.”
“Hello. You should understand that the club is not open yet.” Damon Knight shook his head like he’d found a couple of dumb kids playing where they shouldn’t.
“Then we’ll have to come back, won’t we?” Drake turned and strode toward the elevator that would take them up to the apartments.
He heard Knight chuckle behind him and murmur something about how much he missed the good old days, but Drake only had eyes for her.
He managed to hit the button for the elevator, and it opened immediately. He carried her inside. “Talk to me, Taylor.”
She seemed perfectly comfortable in his arms. “She told me she would contact me sometime in the next forty-eight hours. Dr. Walsh is supposed to give her speech the day after tomorrow, so I think things will move quickly once she calls.”
He pressed the button for four and the doors closed, the elevator starting to move. “Brad has plans?”
“There’s not a lot we can do until she calls and we figure out what she wants from me,” Taylor replied. “I think she’s likely to have me break into Rebecca’s hotel room and download the contents of her laptop. They weren’t able to get to her personal laptop before. The data I gave them came from the institute Dr. Walsh works for. You know she hasn’t actually mentioned Dr. Walsh’s name yet. It could be one of the other doctors.”
He didn’t think so. “Rebecca is the one they want. Everything points in that direction. It should be a fairly easy job. Especially since I’ve already made a dupe of her system. She redacted the important stuff but faked some reports that should lead The Consortium to the wrong conclusions. It buys her a whole bunch of time because they should ignore her after this.”
That was the plan, at least. Rebecca had faked information on her research that should lead The Consortium to believe she wasn’t as far along as they’d previously understood.
It should be an easy job. They would leave the laptop in the hotel room for Taylor to find. They would do all the things normal people did—lock the room, leave the laptop in the safe, password protect it. Taylor would do her thing and get through all of that security on her own in case anyone was watching.
He wouldn’t be there to protect her. He would be somewhere in the hotel playing the part he was supposed to play when all he would be able to think about was her.
The elevator doors opened and he strode out, making his way to the apartment he intended to share with her.
“You’re worrying again.” Her hand cupped his jaw. “You have to have a little faith.”
He would worry every second she was involved in this mission. “I’ll try not to let it show, but I can’t not worry about you, Taylor. I’ll never not worry about you. I know you think I callously tossed you aside, that I was investigating you, but after that first day, I didn’t care about anything but getting closer to you.”
“You didn’t fight for me because Julia had recently turned on you,” she said quietly.
He didn’t stop, though he wanted to. This was a conversation they needed to have alone, without anything between them. He managed to make it down the hall, managed to get inside the apartment that had seemed so damn lonely without her there. He kicked the door closed and set her on her feet.
“What changed?” She hadn’t been this open when he’d left Wyoming.