Semua Bab Aegis Group: Bab 171 - Bab 180

ABIGAIL TURNED, STUDYING LUKE'S profile against the windows. He watched the front of the building while she kept an eye on the back. It felt like hours they'd stayed like this, watching, waiting for someone to find them. A time or two they heard sirens, but as of yet nothing had come close to their position.The Jordan police would want her dead for a number of reasons.There was only one out she could see, and it would only work for one of them.Him."Luke?" She turned toward him, crossing into the living space."Hm?" He tilted his head toward her, but he never took his eyes off the road.Bless him, he thought she was innocent. That she was an American spy of all things."I need you to listen to me." She licked her lips.How she wished things could be different. Playing Abigail, having Ethan and Luke at her back had been...the most normal her life had seen in years. Maybe a decade. But she wasn't this woman, and her life was so far into the realm of weird there was no

LUKE SUCKLED HER LOWER lip between his, conscious of the way her breathing hitched when he bit down. She wasn't delicate, but she should be treated as if she were. Because she was precious.Luke's hands coasted down and up her back. He'd noticed the scars in passing, but now they made sense. They'd each lived a rough life in service to a greater cause. And they'd lived.He wasn't about to let her die now. Not after everything she'd been through.Whatever came after this was out of his control, but he'd make sure tomorrow wasn't the end. For tonight, he'd make love to her and worship her like she deserved.He hooked his fingers around the catch, releasing the closure on her bra. She shrugged the satin garment off, tossing it aside. He cupped her breasts, catching the hard nubs between his fingers. She arched her back, her lower lip between her teeth.They'd fucked last night. She'd ridden his face. They'd scratched an itch.This was different.Her lids lifted and she stare

LUKE TAPPED AT THE black screen, holding the phone up as if he were snapping pictures like a good tourist. Passersby smiled at him, but none looked farther than that. He checked his watch.Five minutes.An engine rumbled behind him.He turned in time to catch sight of a beaten up Jeep Wrangler roll to a stop next to him, Abigail at the wheel.Luke tossed his stuff in and vaulted into the Jeep. She eased the vehicle out onto the street. No peeling tires or plumes of dust."How'd it go?" he asked."Fine. We'll need to change the plates before we leave town. I rubbed mud on it for now.""You had time to do all that?" He peered over the top of his sunglasses at her.She glanced at him, most of her face obscured by the hat, glasses and scarf, but he felt the flatness of her glare.Of course she had."Where to?" he asked. She knew these roads better than him."How much money do you have on you?""Not a lot." He pulled his hat down. "You should know, I've seen enough c

ZACHARIAS GNAWED ON THE plastic fork.She was in the damn pit. The Pit. And there was no way for him to get to her.Yael was under constant supervision. He couldn't eliminate her while cameras and microphones tracked her every movement. Even if he could, they had that damn man in there with her because Baron had some stupid notion that she'd say things in order to protect him. If he could get the cameras off, even for a moment, he'd have to put them both down and that would cause a ruckus with those tasked with watching her every move.Damn it.The pieces of her life since her defection were falling into place. The Mossad hound dogs were ferreting out everything. It wouldn't be long until someone asked her the right question and she gave him up. Even if she didn't realize what she knew, someone watching would. And there was always someone watching Yael. She was the most decorated clandestine combatant since Sylvia. And Yael had been a loose cannon for years.He had to put a s

"YOU HAVE THAT MAN wrapped around your finger."Abigail stared at the metal table between her and her ex-husband. Though they'd removed her handcuffs, she still felt their presence. She was a prisoner. And she'd given Baron the advantage. She should never have let Luke goad her into talking. They'd exposed too much of themselves in what was not a private moment. Baron was too perceptive to have missed it."How did you manage that? You only just met him." Baron drew on the table with a finger. "You were always good with people though. At least when you wanted to be. I'll never forget watching you, how you'd just...change. At home you were so quiet I'd almost forget you were there. And then we'd go somewhere. A dinner, maybe. You'd stand back, watch the room, and decide who to be. That's how I knew you'd make a good agent. Even as a girl, you knew how to read people."She couldn't deny his words.Abigail had been an awkward teen, so hungry to please this man and her mother. She'd