Wednesday. Pool Hall, Washington, DC.JAMIE WAS GOING TO hell on an express bus and there was no way to change his ticket.Tabby had her long red locks twisted up using nothing more than a pen she'd taken out of her clutch. She rocked the simple black sheath dress, filling it out in all the right ways."Okay, red ball, corner pocket," she announced.He eyed the shot. Easy enough.Unlike most women he'd taught to play pool, Tabby was actually soaking up the lesson. The woman had a competitive streak a mile wide on top of being a wet dream come to life with those flirty smiles and adorable freckles.What the hell was he doing?Jamie squeezed his eyes shut and heard the crack of ball on ball.There'd been a moment before leaving the fundraiser when he could have slipped her phone and been done with it. But then he'd gotten lost looking at her and the chance was gone."I did it," Tabby cheered.Jamie pasted on his smile and closed in on his very tipsy competition. Ye
TABBY BRACED A HAND on the sink, giving her reflection a once over. She was slightly past tipsy, but she chalked that up to nerves. Javier flustered her in the best ways. God, her panties were soaked and the man had simply been a gentleman all night. He hadn't kissed her-yet. His touch had never lingered inappropriately or drifted. He'd been attentive, funny, kind all evening.She let her head hang forward. When they'd left the dinner she'd anticipated foreplay in the form of pool. Now she was beginning to wonder if he was playing the slow game.Wouldn't that be a nice change?A guy who didn't want to get her in bed on their first date?Did tonight even count as a date?She really needed some water.Tabby straightened, smoothing her dress down. Regardless of what happened between them tonight, she was looking forward to seeing Javier again. And who knew? Maybe him sitting in her best friend's seat was kismet? What if this was the start of her forever happy?She wouldn't k
Thursday. Task Force Headquarters, Washington, DC.JAMIE SAT IN LOGAN'S office, the lights out, the evening playing in his head.Tabby had given him a dozen opportunities to make his move and complete his objective. Instead of doing what he was sent here to do, Jamie had allowed himself to get lost in playing his part, in the getting close to her stage of things, he hadn't realized just how far he allowed it to go until it was too late.Sitting here in the dark it was easy for Jamie to see how things would have gone if he didn't have the task of bugging Tabby's phone. Their chemistry had brought them together, but it was her inclination to laugh, to see the good in things that had kept conversation rolling. He'd been interested in her, what she said. And yeah, the packaging was hot as hell.If it were just up to him, he'd have taken her back to his place or gone to hers. He'd have called into work and done everything in his power to woo her into giving him a chance. Things w
Thursday. Tabby Grissler's Home, Washington, DC.TABBY POURED HER FOURTH coffee of the morning with one hand while scanning the report.Holy shit bags.She set the carafe back on the hot plate and leaned against the counter."Why the fuck did no one tell me?" she asked her empty house.Tabby set her tablet down and cupped the mug with both hands while staring out the windows onto the side street of her Navy Yard condo.This was bad.She knew exactly why no one had mentioned this to her. She worked mostly with research and development, sales. Her father still primarily ran the manufacturing and delivery side of things. A theft or a delivery showing up short would be his realm and his problem.Except when the things stolen were the first rollout of one of the company's brand new drone design. Her design.Tabby took a deep drink of her un-doctored coffee, the bitter taste suiting her mood perfectly."Oh, God. Okay." She set the mug down and groped on the counter for
Thursday. Astor Home, Newport Rhode Island.DALTON ASTOR FLIPPED THROUGH the plans dealing with his pre-Congressional bid. There were things to be done prior to announcing it, and those had to start now. Even if he was a shoe-in. it was arranged. A done deal. He just had to go through the motions and not screw up.Despite being born with the last name Astor, he wasn't related to the more famous family bearing the same name. No, Dalton's family were the kind of people who'd scrounged to make their empire, creating something from nothing. He'd learned early in life that those who reached for what they wanted were the true successes.His office phone began to ring.He glared at the black phone. Hadn't he said he wasn't to be bothered?Dalton ignored the call, pushed to his feet and crossed to the door. He jerked it open and glared at the young man sitting behind the chrome and glass desk."What did I tell you?" Dalton snapped."I know." The young man held up his hands. "B
Friday. Task Force Headquarters, Washington, DC.TABBY STEPPED OUT OF the elevator and took in her surroundings. The fifth and top floor of the building was completely devoid of walls. It was just one open space. The windows were covered with blinds. Overhead wires and cables snaked this way and that.This whole space was secure. Was it just this floor? Or did the entire building operate under a dome of protection?Holy shit.She was willing to bet that this wasn't just a task force, this was also a black site. An off the books joint operation if she had to guess. That would explain why no one had approached her directly.Tabby didn't know if she should hope the problem centered around her drone prototype or not. Tabby had the sudden impression that she wasn't prepared for this meeting. Not in the least.What reason did they have to ask her here? What role did she or her father's company play in what was going on?"We'll be over here." Jamie led her toward the end of t
Friday. Task Force Headquarters, Washington, DC.JAMIE STARED AT THE door. Would Tabby come back? Or was this it? Had she been pushed too far?"What do you think they're saying?" Evan asked in a soft voice.Jamie shook his head.The minutes stretched on.By the time the door opened Jamie wasn't sure who he wanted to see.Zora held the door open while Tabby paused, mid-stride, laughing softly at something that had the other woman smiling.What the hell?The two had left looking like they might throw down and now here they were whispering like best friends?Tabby entered the conference room and gave them all a cheerful smile. "Sorry about that.""Where were we?" Zora glanced at the screen. "Right. Gazi shopping for a buyer.""I might know what's in those boxes," Tabby said.The whole room refocused on her, standing behind the mystery agents, staring at the screen.She planted one hand on her hip and directed her attention at Zora. "When I was alerted to there
Saturday. HiTech Inc. R&D Lab, Washington, DC.JAMIE STARED UP AT the brick facade of the nondescript building that held HiTech's Research and Development labs. Given what was being tested here, he understood why there wasn't a sign advertising HiTech on it.And this was Tabby's domain. The world where she got to create.As part of his research he'd looked up various HiTech projects begun once she came on as a full-time employee. The number of things she'd developed was astounding. She wasn't just a pretty face with keen business sense; she was smart as hell, too. If Jamie hadn't grown up with intelligent, successful women in his family he might be intimidated.He reached into his pickup truck and grabbed the lattes from the center console. Tabby might be willing to forgive him and work with him, but that didn't mean they were good. At this point he'd do what he needed to try to improve his standing with her, including caffeine bribery.Jamie headed toward the front doors.