Missions of Mercy by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Ronie wanted to cry for him, but that wouldn’t do either of them any good. She saw it all—saw him staring at this boy he’d come to care about, raising his gun and pulling the trigger.

She wanted to scream for him. Instead she held his hands in the fading twilight, wanting with everything inside her to put her arms around him and make it better. As if.

“Brody, I’m so sorry.”

He wouldn’t look at her.

“It doesn’t help if I say you didn’t have a choice, right?”

He shook his head.

She sighed. “I forgive you for not loving Lyle like I do. But if you ever wanted to give him a chance, you might be surprised.”

He glanced at her then, a look in his eyes that made her want to cry.

She leaned back to let the waiter deliver her a heaping pile of shrimp, scallops and noodles, but she’d lost her appetite. She picked at her food, watching Brody pick at his.

Wow, did she want to make this better for him. “Thank you for telling me your story, Brody. I…I really do understand the feeling of being helpless, caught—wishing you could change the past.”

He looked up at her then. “I know you do.”

A band had begun playing inside the restaurant, the smooth sounds of jazz spilling out into the languid night. Overhead, the orange lights of the Gothic cupola looked down on her like the eyes of a jack-o’-lantern. Around the square, lights from the other restaurants sparkled.

Brody pushed his plate away. “Want to get out of here?”

“Not really, but—”

“You have to keep your part of the bargain, remember?” He raised an eyebrow and the look of mischief in his eyes had her pushing away her own food. Oh, this man could be dangerous to the spy girl inside.

Speaking of which…how could she betray him tomorrow night after everything he’d just shared with her? Maybe he didn’t have to know she’d ditched him.

He took her hand in his. She’d started to think maybe it belonged there.

They disappeared into the winding, cobbled streets of Old Town. Strangely, no fear crept up her spine as they wandered in and out of dark shadows. She held on, drawing close, letting herself breathe in his husky, masculine smell.

What on earth was she thinking? At best they’d end this trip civilly. Most likely, after tomorrow night, he wouldn’t speak to her again.

Maybe he’d even quit.

She took a shuddering breath.

“You okay?” He looked back at her. He had eyes that could turn a girl weak. Somehow she managed a nod.

“Good. Because I want to see the girl who threw a roll at me the first day I met her.”

“Second, actually.”

He grinned. “Actually, I think I’m just meeting her now.”

Oh. Wow.

He pulled her into a café with tinny electric music and a few people on the dance floor. He led her toward the back, toward stairs that wound under the café. “What’s this?”

“Frankie’s Underground. It’s a blues club.”

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Thought you’d approve,” he said.

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