Midnight Pursuits by Elle Kennedy

Author:Elle Kennedy [Kennedy, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“Son of a bitch. She actually came through for us.” Juliet shook her head in amazement as she strode into the kitchen at five o’clock the next morning.

Ethan and Sullivan were already up, having drawn the graveyard shift, while Liam was sound asleep on the couch, snoring softly.

Since Juliet had taken the earlier watch, she’d avoided having to share the bedroom with Ethan, much to her relief. She was finding it difficult to be around him, especially when last night’s unsettling conversation continued to buzz around in her head like a pesky fly.

How could he think they’d actually wind up in a relationship once this was all over? It already annoyed her to no end that she was working with so many outsiders on this mission, and now she was going to get a boyfriend out of the deal? No way. Her only goal was to take out Henry’s killer, and she’d do anything to make that happen, even team up with Morgan’s merry band of mercenaries. And once she achieved that goal, she was saying sayonara to everyone.

Including Ethan.

“You’re shitting me,” Sullivan said, jerking her out of her thoughts. “She actually got us a face-to-face with Mironov?”

Juliet made a beeline for the coffeemaker on the counter and removed a Styrofoam cup from the package she and Ethan had purchased yesterday. She poured herself a cup of coffee, added a splash of milk, and headed for the table.

“I told you, Noelle has connections. Turns out one of her informants is an ex–KGB operative with ties to the PRF.” Juliet sat down and spared a quick glance at Ethan, who looked way too cute in his snug hunter green sweater and black trousers. “Mironov knows he’s meeting with an associate of Noelle’s, but things might still get dicey when I show up.”

“When you show up? No way, Jules. You’re not going alone.”

Jules? The nickname sounded so natural coming from that sexy mouth of his. It made her heart skip a beat, but at the same time, the familiarity was grating.

“Mironov’s man made it clear that I was to come alone,” she told him.

“Tough cookies. I’m going with you.”

“Tough cookies? Where’d you pick up that phrase, kiddo? Sesame Street?”

He ignored the jab. “I’m coming with you whether you like it or not. We’re not pandering to a fucking terrorist, all right?”

“Jeez. All right. But if he shoots you on sight, you have only yourself to blame.” Shrugging, she took a long sip of coffee.

“When and where is this rendezvous?” Ethan asked.

“Noon, and it’s at some shit-hole bar in the city’s east end. I asked Paige to vet the area and she says it’s all PRF supporters out there. The bar is owned by one of Mironov’s men. Apparently the cops have gotten multiple warrants to search the place, but each time they go in, they find nothing that implicates the owner or patrons in connection to the PRF.”

Sullivan spoke up, his light gray eyes flickering unhappily. “I’d feel better if I were going with you.

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