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KIERAN “Are you an idiot?” I yell into the microphone on my headset for the billionth time. Rob had just gotten himself blown up by a creeper, leaving me alone in the mineshaft we had slowly been making our way through. We’ve been playing Minecraft together for the past few hours, and this kid doesn’t know anything! I’m honestly losing my mind, but there isn’t anything else to do. All my other friends are asleep. I can’t blame them, with it being 4a.m. and all. Honestly, I think Rob’s only stayed up this late because he feels sorry for me.

By the time we get to the compound, I'm on the edge of my seat and ready to get this done. I want my woman back in my arms where she belongs and I'll do anything to make it happen. Roberto drives around to the rear of the property and lets me and Rylan out. We're splitting up so we can keep an eye on things better. I slide the tiny communications unit into my ear and we test them quickly. Everything appears to be in working order and Roberto gives us a salute.

The man had a cup of coffee in his hand that he placed down on the counter before he grabbed his iPad and began to walk toward me. "I am Alec, your husband's assistant. He asked me to stay here until you awakened. Now, have you called your husband yet?" Alec asked. I looked at him with a bit of an annoyed look because he was talking to me as if he was my boss. I decided to ignore him before I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Bo. "Bunny? Are you awake?" Bo asked. I looked at Alec before I asked Bo, "What is your assistant's name?"

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

I fidget in my seat. 'What am I supposed to say to him?' 'That it wasn't intentional. Or that it flew from my hands.' My attention drifts to my cell phone. As I glanced at it. Remo had not texted me since yesterday. Why? I don't know. I opened my FB account, wanting to send him a message and ask where is he? Though I did not want to admit it, I missed him. I missed him a lot. Probably if last night I could have talked to him, my mood would be much better than right now.

"When do you plan to be here?" "I want to get back to the discussion at Hamilton and Porter. Isaac is there in Rye. Since your father has the security taken care of, Isaac's been concentrating on the manor's surveillance. My computer pings every time Fitzgerald or either of the Spencers uses their phones. Clayton is listening too. We also have others. I know I can depend on them, but I personally want to hear the ME's report." As I turned toward the windows, my own reflection became visible. I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the screen. Lifting it back, I asked, "How did you access all their phones?"

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Harper’s POV Our limo pulls in front of the stadium’s big gate. Two hefty security guards with loaded rifles strapped to their backs step forward, peering through our dark tainted glass. The driver rolls down the window and greets the guard standing beside his door. “Your tickets.” He demands with a stern face, his hand resting on the lowered glass. “Uh…” He looks back at Caleb, my boyfriend, and the state’s favorite and young basketball star. “Sir—”