Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“I’m sending Sal in your place to Chicago,” Kynan says, and I can do nothing but nod my agreement. I’m not leaving Jameson’s offices until Bodie’s home safe and sound.
“Rachel… they’re in deep,” he says, and I can tell by the hint of pessimism in his voice that he’s setting me up for the possibility of failure. “In a mountainous region just north of Adana. Really deep. Their locator signals are on and transmitting, but it could be tricky getting them out.”
I knew this trip was going to be risky. Gathering intelligence on our enemies always is. More and more, the U.S. government has been contracting out its need for resources in the form of private companies like ours to provide the intelligence they need.
“When will we know something?” I ask, refusing to even consider Kynan’s implied suggestion that they may not be recoverable.
“Hopefully soon,” the spook says evasively, and I want to strangle him.
“You should go home,” Kynan suggests softly. “I’ll keep you updated.”
“I’m not leaving until I know Bodie is safe,” I growl, and he just inclines his head in understanding. Jerico watches me thoughtfully, but doesn’t say a word.
“She’s not cleared—” the CIA douche starts to say, but Kynan glares at him.
“She’s staying. Get her clearance if you need to, but she’s not going anywhere.”
The man steps out of Kynan’s office, putting his phone up to his ear to make a call. Kynan walks back around his desk, and sits down with a heavy sigh. Jerico stands up from his chair and pats the back. “Come sit down, Rachel. It’s going to be a long day.”
I don’t think to argue with Jerico. Besides, my legs are so rubbery from fear I’m afraid I might just pitch over onto the carpet. I take the chair, and Jerico moves to the window to stare out of it.
I’m not surprised he’s here. He’s got no stake in the company, but he’s Kynan’s best friend. I know the safety of all the people here are still of great importance to him. Of course he’d be here.
I also suspect Jerico is here because he has important contacts in the government. If he suspects that not every available resource is being used to get our guys back, he’s going to start making calls to the top brass.
Pulling my phone out, I flip to my photos. I have pathetically few, and hardly any of people. I might take a photo of a pretty sunset or an interesting flower, but for the most part, I don’t preserve memories except within my head.
But the very last photo on my camera roll, taken the night Bodie was packing for this trip, is perhaps my favorite in the world.
It’s of Bodie and me together. We were laying naked in bed, having just had utterly amazing sex, and he started teasing me.
“You’re going to miss me when I’m gone, aren’t you, Hart?” he’d asked as he rolled on his side to look at me.
“Not in the slightest,” I said airily. “I’m tired of you hogging all the covers at night anyway.”
“You’re so going to miss me,” he said tauntingly. “Probably will sit by the window, shedding some tears, waiting anxiously for my truck to pull back in the driveway. Fuck, you’ll probably have a million yellow ribbons tied around every tree in the neighborhood.”
I’d scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Totally delusional, Wright.”
He winked and laughed.
I rolled away from him, snagged my phone off the bedside table, and turned on the camera app. Holding it up, I snapped a quick picture of his face. “There. I got your face right here so I won’t be missing you at all.”
Bodie was the one who rolled his eyes. He reached a long arm out, grabbed his own phone, and proclaimed, “That’s not a proper picture.”
Before I knew what he was doing, he had me dragged over onto his body, my face resting next to his. He held the camera out and said, “Smile.”
I’d had to tilt my head and crane my neck a little to look, but there we were. Bodie and me with our faces right beside each other on his camera, which was in selfie mode. He’d been grinning like a lunatic.
I’d been mesmerized by the sight.
Me and Bodie together.
He looked so happy.
I looked dazzled.
He snapped the photo and then immediately texted it to me. I pretended it didn’t mean anything, and it was soon forgotten because Bodie put his hands and mouth on me and well, who could think at that point?
But after he left the next day… when I first realized that I did miss him, I’d pulled that photo up. Not the one of just Bodie I’d taken, but the one Bodie had texted to me.
I’d saved it in my favorites.
It was the only photo in my favorites.