Secret Agent Santa by Carol Ericson

Author:Carol Ericson [Ericson, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780373698707
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Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Mike paced the living room of the small cabin. He’d already contacted Jack, and Prospero was formulating a plan to infiltrate the gathering.

Even though Tempest knew Prospero’s agent, Liam McCabe, had uncovered its plans for an attack at the White House, it hadn’t deterred Tempest. They were going forward with the attack—Mike was sure of it.

When he passed by Claire for the hundredth time, she grabbed his arm. “Sit down and relax, Mike. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”

He raked his fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe they’re going through with it. They have to know Prospero is going to pull out all the stops to foil them.”

“That’s good, then. They’re so single-mindedly crazy, they’re not thinking straight.” She squeezed his biceps. “Have one of those beers we picked up.”

His eyebrows collided over his nose. “It’s lunchtime.”

“You know what they say—it’s five o’clock somewhere.”

He narrowed his dark eyes. “You’re calm about this whole thing.”

She stepped back from him. “I’m not happy about it, if that’s what you’re implying.”

His eyebrows jumped to his hairline and then he took her in his arms, wrapping her in a warm embrace. “I didn’t think that for a minute. Nobody could blame you for feeling satisfied on some level that your gut instincts were right.”

“I don’t care about that right now.” She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tugged. “I’m going to get you that beer.”

“Okay, you win.”

He dropped his arms, and a chill flashed across her body. She shouldn’t have been so eager to break that clinch. Whenever Mike held her, or even touched her, he gave her a sense of safety and security.

If she was honest with herself, Shane had never given that to her. He’d been all about the thrill first and safety—his and hers—second.

She shook her head to dislodge the disloyal thoughts then went into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge.

She rummaged through the utensil drawer until she found a bottle opener. “Do you want yours in a glass?”

Instead of an answer, she heard tapping. She leaned back to see into the living room. Mike was on his laptop, clicking away. “I thought you were going to relax?”

“We haven’t checked your message board in a while...and no glass.”

She opened both bottles and returned to the living room, where she stood in front of him, holding out his beer. “It’s happy hour.”

Glancing up, he said, “I’m all logged in. Whenever you’re ready.”

Her fingers were itching to attack that keyboard and check for a message from Hamid, but they both needed ten minutes to breathe.

When he’d explained the significance of that White House gathering, she’d been as freaked out as he was, but for once she wanted to be the one with the calm exterior. Mike had been keeping it together for her through it all, and she wanted to prove she could keep it together, too.

She hadn’t quite figured out yet whether she wanted to prove she could be calm and collected to Mike or herself, but both had value.

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