The Third Coincidence by David Bishop

Author:David Bishop
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Mystery & Detective, General, Fiction, Suspense, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Thrillers, Crime
ISBN: 9781608090341
Publisher: Oceanview Publishing
Published: 2012-02-05T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

Meet Jack McCall, a direct and capable American agent.

—Eric Dunn, freelance columnist, June 15

Jack woke at four and after a moment of confusion realized he was in Rachel Johnstone’s bed. Alone. He thought about his evening with her and somewhere in those thoughts Wee Willie snapped to attention and took on its secret identity, Sir William.

Next time, he thought, damn the regulations. Sir William is a nobleman and his orders must be obeyed.

Last night he had skipped his nightly bout with insomnia, never even thought about it. And this morning he felt more rested than he could remember. He pulled the covers up to his neck, clamping them down with intertwined fingers, and stared at a lithograph of a home in the mountains hanging on the wall across from the foot of Rachel’s bed.

The aroma of fresh coffee entered the room ahead of Rachel, a cup in her hand, steam rising from it.

“Good morning,” she said bubbly. “I took the liberty of going to your place last night to get your dopp kit and a fresh change of clothes. I know it was a bit forward of me, but I wanted to let you sleep as late as possible. Don’t worry. I called my protective detail and one of them went with me. I hope you approve of what I picked out.”

He reached out and took her hand. “You didn’t need to do that, but, well, the sleep was great. Thanks.”

“Breakfast in forty minutes,” she told him.

After she’d left, he cradled the hot coffee in both hands, absorbing its warmth. For a moment he felt like a man in one of those stories where the couple lives happily ever after. But in a little while he and Rachel would be putting happiness aside to continue their efforts to stop some lunatic hell-bent on putting America on tilt.

He had known what Rachel had on her mind last night, and what had been on the mind of Sir William, but the moment she had brought in the coffee, Jack knew last night had turned out right. Still, that realization didn’t make him smile.

He put his face in the pillow and inhaled Rachel’s fragrance, then showered and got dressed. On the way to the kitchen he saw a blanket folded on her couch.

“You didn’t need to give up your bed. I could’ve slept out—”

“Are you feeling comfortable with me right now?” she interrupted.

Her tone of voice sounded a warning that told Jack what would follow would not be as pleasant as the soft fragrance of her pillow.

“Because I wanted to kick your ass last night after watching your press conference. You challenged LW. You insulted him. His father. His cause. The kindest word I can think of to describe your actions is foolish.”

He broke the yoke in his egg with the corner of a piece of toast. “He might not have even been watching?”

“Don’t patronize me, Mr. McCall.”

So, we’re back to that, again.

“Even if LW didn’t see it live, your comments have been rerun all morning on all the news and talk programs,” she told him.

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