Save Me If You Can by Christina C Jones

Author:Christina C Jones [Jones, Christina C]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Published: 2015-10-02T07:00:00+00:00

Ten.

His eyes were on her.

It didn’t take very long at all, but then again, Savi hadn’t expected it to.

Before she walked into Butter, the upscale restaurant where Terry King was meeting his son, she already knew exactly where they were seated, and therefore, where to place herself at the bar. Many eyes followed her from the front door to the barstool, stuck shamelessly to the ample curves of her hips and breasts in the white bandage dress she wore. She wasn’t quite as fit as she’d been back in the agency, but knew she still looked damned good, and let that confidence swim in the air around her.

She slid onto the barstool and ordered herself a Manhattan. She’d felt him watching her from the moment she hit the door, felt his distraction from the conversation with his son. They hadn’t been able to get sound from their table – too unpredictable on where they’d be seated, but a public conversation with his teenaged son wasn’t very likely to be of consequence.

Not for their goals, at least.

The bartender passed Savi her drink and she raised it to her red-painted lips for a slow sip. Afterwards, she placed her glass carefully back down on the polished wood of the bar, then rested her elbows on the bar, entwined her fingers, and rested her chin on her hands as she looked around.

She looked to her left first, for exactly one minute and twenty-two seconds, not focusing on any one thing, enough time that she appeared to be engaged in casual observation of her surroundings. Only then did she look to her right, where Terry and TJ were, in a slow sweep of that side of the restaurant.

He was already looking at her, but she didn’t flinch.

She actually had to keep herself from smiling, because men like Terry were so, so predictable. She’d studied the dossiers, knew these horrible men front and back now, but honestly? They were familiar men, just with new names.

If her target was a Damien Wolfe type, she’d be a little nervous. Those types were cool, and calculated… often hard to read. Even in looking at the things he’d done, as awful as they were, they held a certain twisted logic. Wolfe didn’t act on emotion, he acted on his own convoluted sense of justice. He was unpredictable.

Terry King was… not.

Not a stupid man by any means, but he was susceptible to certain things that Wolfe was not. A pretty face, supple thighs, and a short dress, for example. Adding to that was his apparent aversion to thinking things through before he acted, and this would be one of the easier jobs Savi’d had to do.

Distract him.

That was her mission.

Distract him long enough that, now that they had his phone number, and relative position because of the phone call with his son, they could do enough calculations to figure out where the house was. He’d placed a phone call just before he left to meet TJ, which had greatly helped, but they still needed him gone long enough to get a person in to do a brief search.

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