One Minute to Midnight (Black Ops: Automatik) by Nico Rosso

Author:Nico Rosso [Rosso, Nico]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2016-07-17T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

It was a bad morning. It had been a strange night. But the evening had been incredible. Ben had barely slept, though he’d collected enough rest to be ready for the day. His bed had never felt so empty. Every time he’d shifted, the exposed sheets had sliced cold into him. Mary had been one floor beneath him. Like he could see her heat signature through the walls. Close, but not close enough to feel.

Their time in the car had burned her onto him. Completely wrapped around each other, breathing each other. Being apart after that was a new wound. A hollow ache he’d never known. He’d paced through his hotel room, hoping to clear his mind. The late-night hot shower hadn’t done much to calm his thoughts either. More than the memory of her body kept returning to him. Loops of their conversations echoed. They’d knotted their connection tighter. It seemed like there was nothing he could say that she didn’t understand. And then she’d probe him for deeper meanings he hadn’t found yet.

With his body rested and mind still turning, he’d risen early in the morning. The operation took over. He’d checked the tracking app on his phone. Pulaski was at home. But so were all the rail yard workers Ben had given bracelets to. They should’ve been on the clock by now.

The sun fought its way into a steel-gray sky, and Ben dressed for his run. He went downstairs and hadn’t knocked on Mary’s door when she opened it, looking as if she’d had twelve hours of sleep after a spa day.

His voice was still morning rough. “You’ve got to teach me some of those Delta spy tricks.”

She smirked. “Maybe I was just born with it.”

He breathed in her rosy perfume as she bounded past him and shut the door. But he couldn’t follow her. He stood rooted and watched her jog up the hallway in her tight leggings and slim-fitting, long-sleeved hoodie. Now his body was really awake. Blood stirred in his legs and crotch.

She made it a few rooms down, then turned and hit him with a nasty look. Like she could take him apart if she wanted. He wanted her to.

“Move it, sailor.” Her growl immediately tugged him forward.

He reached her and they walked shoulder to shoulder toward the elevator. The hollow ache from the night before cut through him. She was close. He needed to be closer, but didn’t know how to bridge the gap.

Their job in Morris Flats, though, wasn’t compromised. “Local rail workers are all still home,” he informed her.

Her brow lowered in thought. “Their day should be started.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” They had to wait longer than usual for the elevator. “Maybe we take a jog by the yard.”

“We can recon tonight’s route.” The elevator arrived, and they stepped inside. Awkward silence tightened now that their immediate business had been taken care of. She ventured, “Sleep?”

“More like a twelve-round title fight with my pillow.” Her hair

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