growled.
"A conflict of interest? Oh, that's a good one. We aren't proposing a business deal here Hawk! This won't affect the mission in any way." Craig shook his head and started to pace.
Hawk lapsed into silence again.
Craig thought about keeping the really bad news to himself. But no, this all had to come out one time. He needed to get it off his chest and he needed Hawk's approval, even if only for himself.
"You haven't actually heard the worst of it though," Craig said.
Both of Hawk's eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips in a 'just tell me' look.
"She was married to Norman Foster."
"What? Married? When? Are you crazy? She's fucking corrupt then. What are you thinking?" Hawk crossed the room to where Craig stood. He put a hand on his chest and shoved lightly. "Craig, if nothing else will fuck up this mission, that will. I forbid you to see her again."
Craig grabbed Hawk's hand and pulled it off him. "Look Hawk, just calm down and listen to me. She is not corrupt, and I honestly think this can only help the mission, although that's not why I am dating her. I only found out a few hours ago that they were married. It was 7 years ago, and it only lasted for 8 months, and they were separated for 4 of those months. She hates him. She is the farthest thing from corrupt you can imagine. In fact, you would really like her. She reminds me a lot of Lucy."
Hawks face crumpled at mention of Lucy. Craig didn't want to hurt him, but he had to know what kind of person Emma was. Comparing her to Lucy made it easy.
Hawk walked to the desk with the monitors and his fingers flew over the keyboard. Craig knew he had already folded.
"I don't understand why we didn't know he was married. There is no mention of it in his folder. How could that get past us?"
Craig walked over to see what he was doing. "I don't know man, I was gonna ask you the same thing."
Hawk stopped typing and raised his hand to a monitor. RECORD NOT FOUND was glaring on the screen. There is no record of any marriage between a Norman Foster and an Emma Hill 7 years ago, or 8 years ago, or 6 years ago. There is no record of a marriage between Norman Foster and anyone, ever.
Craig studied the screen. Norman Foster could easily be a liar, but Emma wasn't. He knew she wasn't. Didn't he?
Chapter 12.
Craig was glad Emma was with him. They had met for their hiking date and hiked 2.5 miles before finding a young woman sitting with her mother on a log, crying. The young woman had broken her right ankle in a short fall down the side of the small mountain they were hiking on. Emma had splinted it with strips torn from Craig's shirt and some sticks and then Craig had carried her out of there. They had just put the ladies in their car and sent them off to the hospital.
As they watched the car drive off Craig looked at Emma and said "boy things are never dull with you around. I'll just have to call you Trouble."
Emma laughed. " You're trouble, not me."
"Hey, I think I owe yo u dinner." Craig said. "Want to get cleaned up and go somewhere to eat?"
"I have a better idea. Why don't I cook for you? I have steak marinating in my fridge right now."
"You're on."
Now, in the lingering shadows of late afternoon, Craig was glad he had a change of clothes in his truck. He followed Emma to her house, thinking of how amazing she was. Of course she was a paramedic, so she was trained for it, but her splint had looked like something out of a book. And it was completely improvised. He was seriously impressed with her. And he so liked to watch her work. Her laser focus and sweet bedside manner was admirable. She could have been a doctor. Ah, but he knew her type - she was smart as a whip but also an adrenaline junkie - inside was probably too boring for her. He should know her type, he was the same way.
Pulling into her driveway behind her, he noticed a blue sedan sitting a few houses down with someone in the driver's seat. He thought he remembered that same blocky
"A conflict of interest? Oh, that's a good one. We aren't proposing a business deal here Hawk! This won't affect the mission in any way." Craig shook his head and started to pace.
Hawk lapsed into silence again.
Craig thought about keeping the really bad news to himself. But no, this all had to come out one time. He needed to get it off his chest and he needed Hawk's approval, even if only for himself.
"You haven't actually heard the worst of it though," Craig said.
Both of Hawk's eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips in a 'just tell me' look.
"She was married to Norman Foster."
"What? Married? When? Are you crazy? She's fucking corrupt then. What are you thinking?" Hawk crossed the room to where Craig stood. He put a hand on his chest and shoved lightly. "Craig, if nothing else will fuck up this mission, that will. I forbid you to see her again."
Craig grabbed Hawk's hand and pulled it off him. "Look Hawk, just calm down and listen to me. She is not corrupt, and I honestly think this can only help the mission, although that's not why I am dating her. I only found out a few hours ago that they were married. It was 7 years ago, and it only lasted for 8 months, and they were separated for 4 of those months. She hates him. She is the farthest thing from corrupt you can imagine. In fact, you would really like her. She reminds me a lot of Lucy."
Hawks face crumpled at mention of Lucy. Craig didn't want to hurt him, but he had to know what kind of person Emma was. Comparing her to Lucy made it easy.
Hawk walked to the desk with the monitors and his fingers flew over the keyboard. Craig knew he had already folded.
"I don't understand why we didn't know he was married. There is no mention of it in his folder. How could that get past us?"
Craig walked over to see what he was doing. "I don't know man, I was gonna ask you the same thing."
Hawk stopped typing and raised his hand to a monitor. RECORD NOT FOUND was glaring on the screen. There is no record of any marriage between a Norman Foster and an Emma Hill 7 years ago, or 8 years ago, or 6 years ago. There is no record of a marriage between Norman Foster and anyone, ever.
Craig studied the screen. Norman Foster could easily be a liar, but Emma wasn't. He knew she wasn't. Didn't he?
Chapter 12.
Craig was glad Emma was with him. They had met for their hiking date and hiked 2.5 miles before finding a young woman sitting with her mother on a log, crying. The young woman had broken her right ankle in a short fall down the side of the small mountain they were hiking on. Emma had splinted it with strips torn from Craig's shirt and some sticks and then Craig had carried her out of there. They had just put the ladies in their car and sent them off to the hospital.
As they watched the car drive off Craig looked at Emma and said "boy things are never dull with you around. I'll just have to call you Trouble."
Emma laughed. " You're trouble, not me."
"Hey, I think I owe yo u dinner." Craig said. "Want to get cleaned up and go somewhere to eat?"
"I have a better idea. Why don't I cook for you? I have steak marinating in my fridge right now."
"You're on."
Now, in the lingering shadows of late afternoon, Craig was glad he had a change of clothes in his truck. He followed Emma to her house, thinking of how amazing she was. Of course she was a paramedic, so she was trained for it, but her splint had looked like something out of a book. And it was completely improvised. He was seriously impressed with her. And he so liked to watch her work. Her laser focus and sweet bedside manner was admirable. She could have been a doctor. Ah, but he knew her type - she was smart as a whip but also an adrenaline junkie - inside was probably too boring for her. He should know her type, he was the same way.
Pulling into her driveway behind her, he noticed a blue sedan sitting a few houses down with someone in the driver's seat. He thought he remembered that same blocky
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