Behind Frenemy Lines by Chele Pedersen Smith

Author:Chele Pedersen Smith [Smith, Chele Pedersen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-18T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

C utting the motor behind a dark, deserted warehouse, Lee stared at the steering wheel, digesting this latest revelation.

His words had ricocheted down the empty alley, spreading an eerie sensation over Gal. Was he hallucinating, slowly dying? Was it possible she injected him with the wrong chemical?

“What are you saying?” she asked, cautiously. “We met in another life? You must be delirious! It's a side effect of the toxin. We better get you to the hospital!” She leaped out to switch places.

“It's not the poison—it's you!” He lifted his arm a little to prove it. “I keep having these warped out moments. It can't just be sleep deprivation. The first one happened the night in your office before we even begun. Gotta be a fluke, right? Fate or something. I remember clearly now.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, returning to her seat. “You're scaring me.”

“I'm pretty sure we had a meet-cute at a deli a few months ago. Do you remember bumping into me at the IGA?”

“Hmm, no. And believe me, I'd definitely remember you.”

“Really? We reached for the ticket at the same time. You don’t remember that?”

“Wait, IGA? I might have gone there once for artichokes or something when I first moved here but found it too pricey. Or maybe that was Metro Market. Regardless, both are too far from my place now.”

“Yes,” he whooped. “That's right! You just moved here. That girl had your magenta hair color and said she was from Europe. I remember feeling a shock when our hands touched. Is that destiny or what?”

“Or static electricity,” she chortled. “As romantic as that sounds, it wasn't me. Sorry. I have burgundy streaks… see?” Crap, even when I looked like a sweaty gym troll, he remembers! She was on the treadmill when she got the call, deciding it was as good a disguise as any. She was sure the Coke-bottle glasses she grabbed from lost and found did the trick, even if they made her nauseous.

“Of course it's you. I know because of that memorable scar. It alarmed me, but it makes sense now, you're an agent. It's a bullet, isn't it?” Why was she playing dumb? He was sure this was more than just a coincidence, in one way or another.

She instinctively touched the haunting wound, a souvenir from a lifetime ago. Having gone to great lengths to conceal it, she knew there was nothing left to do but face it.

He took her hand. “You don't have to tell me about it. I just think it's remarkable we’ve crossed paths before.”

She sighed relief. “Good, it was a close call I'd rather not talk about.”

“Viktor?”

She nodded. “Not by his gun, just a mission gone wrong.”

“No worries, you're safe with me. Who knows, maybe that's why we were paired up?” He squeezed her hand, and they resumed the ride to Logan Circle.

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