Jaq's Harp by Ella Drake

Author:Ella Drake [Drake, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2011-06-06T18:52:35+00:00

Harp headed straight for the medical storage room. He thumbed through the orderly files and grabbed the V534b folder, thick with sample blister packs. After shoving it into the top of his jeans at his back, the lab coat fit a little tightly, but it’d do for now.

The door to the storage room darkened. It’d been too easy. He should’ve known.

“I thought you were up to something, with all your sneaking around this morning. All I had to do was wait for your security code to come up. What on earth could my favorite singer want here in the lab?” The lights bore down on Vera’s slender frame, accenting the cruel twist of her glossed lips. She slung her long tied-back hair across her shoulder and petted the blond tresses over her pert breasts. Her type didn’t do anything for him—the type being “not Jaq”—but he recognized the beauty that entranced Ochre.

With not so much as a shift of his shoulders beneath the coat, he responded as John Singer. “I wanted a lab coat for my routine this morning.”

She smirked at him, eyes glinting. She didn’t believe the cover any longer. In the case of a blown cover, the less said, the better. He snapped his mouth shut with an audible click.

“Let’s see this routine. Come.” With a turn, ponytail fanning around her, she left the storage room and passed back through the workers, who wouldn’t look him in the eye. They’d never hesitated to point her in his direction. For the first time he regretted his decision to keep to himself, remain squeaky clean and avoid the others here at Giant Corp.

Filing in behind them, two of Madame Ochre’s silent guards—hulky, large and massive—kept pace. The folder scraped against his skin. Their beady eyes would surely catch how the folder stuck out, but they didn’t demand he hand over his prize.

They weren’t too bright. If it’d been him, he’d have patted down any suspicious character first thing. The folder at his back would get him pitched over the edge of the island. His skin itched, the urge to scratch taking up most of his thought process.

He had to get rid of the folder. Where was Jaq? She’d better have gotten out as soon as Vera showed herself.

In the waiting lobby, the swinging door of the wardrobe exposed a row of lab coats, crisp and green. He’d closed the door. There hadn’t been time for another visitor to have come through security. So only one person could have opened that door.

Jaq.

He sidestepped toward the wardrobe. The two guards glared at him before following him over. With a tilt of his head toward Vera, who also frowned darkly at him, he backed toward the wardrobe. His shins bumped into the lower edge of the wardrobe and the garments hanging inside brushed against his back. Was it his imagination, or could he feel Jaq’s intense stare boring through him?

“A moment, Madame Ochre. Just let me change this lab coat. This one is a little tight.

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