Even Odds (FBI Joint Task Force Book 3) by Fiona Quinn

Author:Fiona Quinn [Quinn, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee.

~ Moscow Rules

Monday morning

Prescott rested his hands on the top of the steering wheel while Raine clambered into his black SUV outside her high rise. The more time they spent together, the better chance the stiffness would shake out of their relationship.

“When we get down to Bragg, I’d like you to wait for me to open your doors for you, please. Hold your chair. I’d like the opportunity to do the gentlemanly niceties.”

“You’re right,” she said. “We should start practicing that now.”

Raine was dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans and a chunky turtleneck sweater. No makeup. Her hair was wound smoothly into a military-style bun. After she pulled her lap belt into place, he started through the parking lot.

“Who’s going to be there this morning?” Raine asked, rubbing Chapstick on her lips and stowing it back in her bag.

“From my team, Kennedy and Griffin. They’re our experts on asymmetrical warfare out of post USSR countries.”

“Lisa’s a mad wizard with cyber.” She pulled her eyeglass case from the bag and popped the lid. “I like Rowan Kennedy. I met him recently when we ran an op together.”

“I heard.”

“By the watercooler?” She dropped her bag to the floor.

“No, in a debrief.”

“What was your take away?”

“I formed an impression of Clara Edwards not Raine Meyers. But I thought she was fierce as hell. That I’d like to run an op with her, but I’d be conscientious to protect my zipper.” Prescott pulled to a stop at the top of the lot and waited for an opening in traffic.

He’d wanted this conversation. He wanted to know her thinking. When Prescott had read the report, he’d had the impression that the FBI was somehow behind the curve, and Clara Edwards had a lot more nuanced information about the event. She’d worked Kennedy like a Claymation figure to fit into the scene she constructed.

“We were briefed on how tactically skilled you were in emasculating the mark by describing his pathetic penis,” he said. “And then you stabbed the other guy in the dick.” Prescott pulled out and started down the road.

“If you only have one good thrust, it’s important to make it count.”

“Hard to imagine a guy being able to chase after you with a severed member.”

“My thinking exactly.” Raine turned her head toward the oncoming cars. “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do,” she said under her breath.

“I’m not disputing that. Just letting you know, you keep targeting a man’s penis, and you’ll get a reputation.” He slid to the left to get around the semi belching blue smoke.

“Oh come on. I’ve only ever applied dick abuse on missions. And only when it serves the greater good.”

Prescott turned her way, and she batted her lashes. “In my personal life, I’m very fond of penises.”

He looked out the driver’s side window when a grin spread across his face. Yeah, I remember.

Prescott wished he could rearrange his hard on into a more comfortable position.

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