The Boss by Melissa Schroeder

Author:Melissa Schroeder [Schroeder, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha male, Romantic Suspense, Select Suspense, Romance, Spy, snark, Second Chance, snarky humor, Entangled, Spies, Suspense
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-04-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Coffee and a good right hook are all a woman needs to get ahead in the game.

—Mac Donovan

The next morning came much too early for Mac. She wasn’t a woman who believed in rising with the sun unless there were bad people who arrived with it. She had always thought of herself as a creature of the night. So she wasn’t happy when she heard the knocking on their door at six in the morning.

“What the bloody hell?” she mumbled.

Opening her eyes, she could barely make anything out in whatever room she was in. Granted, this wasn’t a new thing for her. It had happened more than she liked to remember during her tenure at MI6, and then as a freelancer. She sat up, and the sheet fell to her waist. Okay, she was naked. She glanced over and found Vic next to her. He was mumbling something under his breath. More than likely, it was something about killing whoever was knocking on the door.

Oh, yeah. A night out at an embassy, amazing sex, and falling asleep together in bed. Like old times, she thought. But something told her this time had been different. They had actually talked. In the past, they had just moved on to the next mission. Avoid getting killed, make love, move on. But last night, she had confessed just a few of her fears.

And he had told her he loved her.

He was the first person who had ever said the words to her and meant them. Even Simon hadn’t told her he loved her when he had proposed. She hadn’t said anything to Vic because she didn’t want his pity. She knew it was a sad thing to reach her thirties without hearing another person tell her those three little words. She refused to admit it to him, even now.

The knocking grew loud enough to pull Vic out of bed.

“It better be someone with some fucking coffee,” he growled.

That was one thing they always agreed about. Mornings sucked.

He slipped out of bed, seemingly oblivious of his nudity. It was another thing they had in common. Neither of them were prudes nor had any problem with nudity, either their own or others’. Sadly, he grabbed a pair of jeans and tugged them on. On his way to the door, he grabbed his SIG. As quiet as a mouse, he padded to the door. For her part, Mac had a T-shirt and a pair of shorts on and her Berretta in her hand before he looked out the peephole.

“Well, fuck me,” Vic said, before unlocking the door.

She peeked around the corner just as the door swung open to reveal Rock. He looked as if he had been on a stakeout for several days. His clothes were wrinkled, his five o’clock shadow was darker than normal, and the bags under his eyes were darker than normal. He looked as bad as she felt.

“I see you two didn’t get much done last night.” He looked between them and at the bed.

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