Covert Pursuit. Terri Reed
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many things his ex-fiancée had complained about.
After mooring the boat, Jason went into the cabin to change into a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a button-up printed shirt and rugged Teva sandals.
They made the short drive to her place, where he waited in the Jeep while she ran inside the cottage to change. She came out wearing cropped, powder-blue cotton pants with a matching short-sleeved zipped-up jacket. Her dark hair was still pulled back from her face, the ends twisted up and captured by a gold clip. He detected the telltale bulge of her holster at her waist.
Did she ever really relax?
He silently snorted. Like he ever really did. They made quite a pair.
Twenty minutes later, dry and seated at a corner booth in Celeste’s Café, Jason watched Angie over the top of his mug of steaming coffee.
He noticed the small cross dangling from a gold chain around her neck. An ache started in his chest. It had been a while since he’d really thought about God. Not since the night Garrett died. Distrust and anger separated them. Jason didn’t know how to breach the barrier and frankly, wasn’t sure he wanted to try.
Forcing himself to stay in the moment, he asked Angie, “So tell me how you got into law enforcement.”
Toying with the rim of her glass of orange juice, she said, “Family business. Grandfather, father, brothers.”
Impressive. “All Boston P.D.?”
“Grandfather and father both retired from the force.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Eldest brother is Secret Service, and the other ATF.”
Ah, he’d thought the name Carlucci sounded familiar. Special Agent Joseph Carlucci had been part of the joint task force that had tracked Picard in New Mexico. Jason was sure Joseph was still working the southwest corridor. He’d liked the guy. And now felt doubly responsible to make sure Angie left the island in one piece. Preferably sooner rather than later.
“Here comes trouble,” Angie said, ducking her head slightly as she stared over his shoulder to the front of the restaurant.
Trepidation curled low in his belly. “What?”
“Don’t turn around, but one of the armed men from last night just walked in.”
Jason grimaced. So much for time off.
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