Tactical Force by Elle James

Author:Elle James
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-10-15T16:55:16+00:00

Chapter Eight

Anne slept soundly through the night, held close in Jack’s arms, her body sated from the most incredible lovemaking she’d experienced in many years. Maybe ever. When her husband had fallen ill, their sex life had faded to nothing as he battled fatigue and worse. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the passion, the heat. Not a single bad dream disturbed her slumber, and she didn’t have to fight off any bad guys invading the room. When morning came, she opened her eyes, a smile on her face.

As she stretched, she realized that the body that had been spooned around her throughout the night was no longer there.

All grogginess disappeared, and she sat up, pulling the sheet up over her naked breasts. “Jack?” she whispered.

There weren’t any places to hide in the room. It didn’t have a connecting bathroom or a huge walk-in closet. Still, Anne rose from the bed, wrapped the sheet around her body and padded over to open the closet and look inside. He wasn’t there.

Jack was gone.

Irritation warred with disappointment and a hint of fear.

Why had he left before she’d awakened? She would have loved snuggling a little before getting up for the day. Or, worse...had he been dissatisfied with her performance in the bed?

Anne found the T-shirt she’d tossed to the floor the night before and slipped it over her head. She gathered clothes and toiletries and hurried across the hallway to the bathroom. After a quick shower and even quicker work with the blow-dryer, she felt more like her stodgy self, dressed in a boring business suit, ready to go to the White House and get the rest of the agenda pulled together for the national security advisor to review and approve.

When she had that done, she’d meet with the police at her apartment and get that report filed. She couldn’t live in Charlie’s house forever. Eventually, she’d have to go home.

Home.

Her apartment had never felt less like home than at that moment. She wished Jack was there to wrap his arms around her shoulders and make her feel better instantly.

Convinced Jack had ducked out to avoid the awkwardness of the morning after, Anne left the bedroom where she’d had the most blissful sex she could remember. She cast one last glance at the neatly made-up bed that had been so beautifully used the night before.

With a sigh, she descended the sweeping staircase to the foyer and followed the sound of voices into the kitchen.

There she found Declan, Grace, Charlie and the chef, Carl. But no Jack.

“Jack went out for a run earlier. He should be back soon,” Declan said. “We promised to keep an eye out for you.”

“Thanks.” Anne went directly to the coffeepot and poured a cup.

“It’s Carl’s day off, so we’re fending for ourselves for breakfast,” Charlie explained as she put two pieces of bread in the toaster. “I’ve been known to cook an egg or two. Can I interest you in an omelet?”

Anne shook her head, amazed that her billionaire hostess would offer to cook eggs for her.

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