Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Lou frowned Kala’s way. “You know why she’s wearing it. She’s had a rough time, and she needs to get back on the horse. It’s been months. This is the perfect scenario. Whoever she meets tonight she will have zero chance of seeing again because we’re about to go into the not-so-fun dungeon for the rest of the op.”
Lou would be sitting right beside her in the safe house listening to whichever twin wasn’t out in the field moaning about how bored she was.
“Kala, don’t be such a bitch. You know how hard the last couple of months have been on Tash,” Kenzie complained into her ear despite the fact that Kala wouldn’t be able to hear any of what she was saying. “She has the right to walk into a skanky bar and find a dude to ride for a couple of hours before she ditches him heinously and moves on to the next. Tash is transitioning into her slutty phase, and I am here for it.”
Put like that, this whole thing sounded like a horrible idea. Not that there would be a next for quite a long time. Lou was right about that. “I want to get a drink and have a night of fun before the op begins. That’s all. If I find a nice man to spend the night with, so be it. I’m away from the hotel. I’ve got wingmen to make sure if I happen to pick a serial killer, at least you’ll know who killed me, and hopefully the boys don’t figure it out because the last thing I need is Cooper McKay riding in like my big brother.”
The team included her two sisters as the main operatives, Lou working tech, and their childhood friends, Cooper, who could fly or drive pretty much anything, and their computer whiz Tristan, who dealt with all things communications. Zachary Reed handled the military side of their ops. Tristan would laugh and tell her to get laid and have fun. Cooper would give her a lecture on situational awareness and probably talk to her about the fact that she was having an emotional reaction to what had happened to her. Zach knew where they were, and he was totally fine with the idea of a fun night out before a long mission.
It wasn’t so surprising she’d had some emotions connected to finding her fiancé fucking a gorgeous MSS agent. He’d claimed he was doing it all for the op he’d been on, and that was likely true. Her father had rules involving what he called Honey Pot Ops. Flirting was fine, but he wasn’t going to allow any operative under his command to fuck for information. He claimed it was because he knew how it felt, but she wondered if he would have the same convictions if he wasn’t in charge of his daughters and a group of men and women who’d called him Uncle Ian all their lives.
Her fiancé’s handler had no such rules. He’d promised her it meant nothing and she should understand because she was Agency, too.
It meant something to her.
And it meant something to the MSS agent who had damn near killed both her and Chet Whittington because she’d rapidly figured out what was happening. Tash had blown an op, and she was pretty sure it was only her dad who’d managed to keep her from being fired.
“No one is saying a word to the boys,” Kenzie assured her. “Though you should know they told Chet that he can’t come to poker night anymore. They are shutting his ass out. And he’s not allowed at The Hideout. Coop revoked his membership.”
Tash felt her eyes roll. The club Cooper and the twins had founded had never been Chet’s favorite place. “Like I care. We still have to work with him.”
“Not if he dies in the line of duty.” Kala was dressed to kill, and she had a look on her face that let Tash know she wouldn’t mind some wet work tonight.
“Operatives die all the time,” Kenzie assured her.
Tash shook her head and looked to the most reasonable of her group.
Lou simply smiled. “It’s sad when they die. I heard the big boss suggested he get an assignment in Antarctica.”
The big boss was her dad. Ian Taggart. Yup. She was the lucky girl who had been adopted into a whole family of spies. Sometimes they could be scary. She didn’t want to know what thoughts had gone through her mother’s head when she’d told her the wedding was off. Her mom had once been a real-life Russian mob assassin, and she’d probably thought about coming out of retirement. Her dad would have held the sniper rifle for her and gotten her tea and told her how hot she looked when she killed assholes.
Her parents were weird, but damn she wanted that kind of love. She hadn’t found it with Chet.