Kc Undercover Brett Novels & Stories

He'd be able to find a way to meet her without any difficulty at all. A half hour later Cole was having coffee with Brett Hall, decorated Police Officer, and loyal pack Beta. And even better for Cole, Brett knew Karen and had told her he had a friend that wanted to do a "sit along" on 9-1-1. "Are you ready? Just be sure to keep your wolf at bay Cole, can't tear her clothes off or anything in the communications center you know." Brett snickered to himself as he glanced sideways at Cole. "Yea yea, everyone thinks I can't control my wolf. I'm a big boy, I'll make it through sitting at a desk next to her for an hour." Cole was hoping he could get through an hour.

Mortified, my eyes were wide waiting on his response. "Okay, but we promised each other we wouldn't lie. So how about I just keep my mouth shut?" His stunning gold-flecked irises danced in amusement. "You think this is funny?" A grin tugged at my lips watching Brett's face. I was embarrassed, and he was enjoying it. "Don't worry. Uber showed up right after you mounted me on the couch, but you remained clothed at that point." "I hate you." He would mess with me until I either remembered what happened or someone else told me the truth. I never lost control, never threw caution to the wind-Brett would live in the moment as long as he could.

Why do I sound like the villain here? “Okay. I’ll tell you three facts and one lie,” Brett said as he breathed out. “First fact, it is really a coincidence that I have business with your professor. Second fact, I know that you are here. Thirdly, I must talk to Mr. Lawrence regarding our business deal. And that one lie is…” He leaned closer. Not breaking his gaze towards mine, a melting voice whispered in my ear. “That I came here just to see Mr. Lawrence, that’s a lie. It was my excuse to see you because I think… I miss you.”

Riley's POV Brett's silence stretches too long as I watch his face cycle through emotions shock, fear, then something darker. "Brett," I say, touching his arm gently. "What aren't you telling me?" "Marcus was special ops," he finally admits, running a hand through his hair. "Black ops. The kind of missions that don't exist on paper." "What does that mean?" My voice comes out smaller than I intended. "It means if Amanda exposes certain details about his service record, people die," Brett explains, his jaw tight with tension. "Current operatives. Assets in the field. Marcus could face treason charges."