Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Carys’s head drifted to his shoulder, her whole body relaxed in his arms. “You better have coffee at your place.”
He hadn’t actually been to his place in a long time, but Cooper drank coffee. “I promise.”
Aidan yawned and stretched. “It’ll be good to sleep in a bed. That couch thing at the twins’ is torture. I like a big bed.”
Tristan’s was a California king. Built for all three of them. “And I like to please my subs.”
Aidan groaned, but he didn’t argue.
They were making progress.
Now all they had to do was survive Huisman and he could get back to his real life. To his life with them.
Chapter Twelve
Aidan carried two cups of coffee into the small airport lounge, trying to tamp down the unease growing in his gut.
This was happening. They were getting on the plane to fly into Montreal, and by this time tomorrow, he would be meeting the possibly evil Dr. Huisman. They would fly in and then split up, with he and Carys going to the summit with Kala and Tristan, and the rest setting up in a place close to Huisman’s.
He’d spent days learning how to use the communications systems and listening to lectures on how to protect himself and Carys. It involved proving he could defend them both, and he would be smart enough to know flight was preferable to fight in this case.
The number of lectures he’d gotten from the uncles on how he could be killed shocked him. So, so many ways he could die. And he was a doctor. He’d thought he’d known a lot. The uncles had proved him wrong.
But the nights had been another story…
The nights had given him hope they could get back on track, back to the lives they’d promised themselves when they were kids.
They’d spent hours in bed, hours where they’d found their rhythm again.
“Do you have everything? You have the Glock? You remember how to use the Glock?”
Aidan fought back a groan. His da loved him. He was worried about him. It wasn’t annoying. It was good his father cared.
And cared. And worried. And peppered him with questions like he was taking the SATs again.
“Da, I have the Glock. It’s the one you taught me on. I know how to use it but if it gets bad, I assure you I will cover Carys with my own body and when we get a chance, we’ll run and hide somewhere. Shouldn’t you be at work?” He’d said good-bye to them already this morning. He’d hugged his mom and sister and shaken hands with Nate, who’d promised to take care of Daisy. He’d given his father a long hug and said he’d see him soon.
He hadn’t meant this soon.
It was like he was fourteen and going away on a school trip and his father was telling him to make good choices.
“I suppose. I wanted to go over it one last time,” his father admitted. “Big Tag assures me there should be no reason for you to sacrifice your life. It’s a simple op, and all you have to do is be yourself. You’re the cover. You’re the reason Tristan will have access. You and Carys just smile and have fun at the conference. Though I don’t see how it’s fun.”
“Because you have no real interest in talking with the finest minds in the medical field,” Aidan shot back, looking around the now pretty crowded lounge. They were set to leave in twenty minutes, and Cooper was already in the hanger doing his preflight check.
The rest of the team was hanging out in the lounge. Kala was half asleep on one of the chairs, while her twin was on the phone with someone talking animatedly about the events of the last few days. The romantic ones, of course. Kenzie Taggart would have felt right at home in a Regency ballroom, gossiping behind her fan. Lou was reading on her tablet, with TJ lying on the bench with his head in her lap. Tristan was talking to his father and Big Tag, while Carys was sipping on coffee and talking to her father.
“Is Sean coming with us?” If Sean came, would his father insist on coming, too?
His da frowned. “No. He made a case, of course. Big Tag said they already had too many cooks in the kitchen. Also, he doesn’t have Adam’s connections, so he can’t get clearance. The bastards. The man’s daughter is going into danger.”
Which likely meant Da had tried and gotten the same treatment. “I thought she was going to a conference.”
“You know what I mean.” His da sighed. “At least you and Tris seemed to have figured things out. Are you solid with him again? I’ve talked to Big Tag about what Tristan’s been working on, and while I don’t think he was right to do what he did, I can understand the impulse. He got in over his head, and he was afraid.”