me and that’s incredibly hard to do.”
I laughed, stepping into him to press my face against his chest.
“Speaking of family,” I said, after a minute, “my mom’s expecting me for dinner tomorrow night. You wouldn’t want to come along, would you?”
“Do you want me there?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll be there.”
We kissed for a long moment, then I slipped my hand into his and pulled him toward the stairs. It was dark in my room and we didn’t bother to turn on the lights. It was fun seeking each other out without sight, exploring with hands and mouths, and touching in ways we might not do if the lights were on. I didn’t think I was capable of such ecstasy, but each time with Hayden brought me to new heights. And when it was done and the pleasure slipped back down to a simmer, there was still ecstasy in the feel of his arms around me as he fell into a deep sleep.
I only wished I could sleep that soundly.
I waited an hour, listening to him breathe and reveling in the feel of his arms. But my head was refusing to shut off, and this sense of time running short made me restless. I carefully climbed out of bed and slipped into a new bathrobe, a long, soft, silky thing that felt like I was wrapped in satin sheets.
A computer virus had attacked my work computer a few weeks ago while I was reviewing notes a former CIA agent had made on a terrorist cell she was once tasked with exposing. There were arrests made in the case, but this agent, Emily Greene, felt as though they had barely touched the tip of the iceberg, and she’d made it her private mission to uncover the rest. Dominic Gil, our asset, was her partner on this case when he was in the military, in part because he’d had a personal relationship with her because Emily was his wife, Amy’s, twin sister. He brought us her notes after she was killed, notes containing information that he believed led to her death. But the virus corrupted everything on my computer, including her notes.
The worse of it was that Megan believed her brother, Peter, was killed in what was made to look like a simple car accident because he’d stumbled across evidence of this same terrorist cell. She believed there was information in Emily’s notes that could prove Peter’s murder.
I agreed with her. And I desperately wanted to fix the files so that she’d have the information she needed.
I’d brought it all home because I was suddenly paranoid that the virus that attacked our computers at work could happen again. I was pretty sure that the virus was uploaded onto a hard drive Megan took from Peter’s work computer long ago, maybe before he died, and that someone activated it at the moment I was about to learn something important about Emily’s investigation. I think someone at Dragon activated it. I couldn’t prove it. And all the people in the room at the time were trusted employees.
Everyone but Dante. I was beginning to have my doubts about him.
I’d never seen this sort of thing before. But I knew it was possible for a virus to sit dormant until someone sent it a command. Dante was on his phone that day. What if he was the one to send the command? It made sense, except for the why. Why would Dante want to block Megan from finding out why her brother was killed and by whom?
I curled up in my office chair and began running the same diagnostics on the files that I’d been using, trying to find a way to fix the corruption. The virus was incredibly thorough. Chances that I’d be able to clean it up completely were slim. But I was making some progress. I’d managed to get more names from the lists Emily had made, names of people she believed were connected to the terrorist cell in some way. But that was all I had to offer.
I wanted to give her more. I wanted to make sure she knew the truth because I knew how important that was to her.
And then there was Luke.
Luke Murphy was an American hero. He was a Navy SEAL before he joined the CIA. He worked covert
I laughed, stepping into him to press my face against his chest.
“Speaking of family,” I said, after a minute, “my mom’s expecting me for dinner tomorrow night. You wouldn’t want to come along, would you?”
“Do you want me there?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll be there.”
We kissed for a long moment, then I slipped my hand into his and pulled him toward the stairs. It was dark in my room and we didn’t bother to turn on the lights. It was fun seeking each other out without sight, exploring with hands and mouths, and touching in ways we might not do if the lights were on. I didn’t think I was capable of such ecstasy, but each time with Hayden brought me to new heights. And when it was done and the pleasure slipped back down to a simmer, there was still ecstasy in the feel of his arms around me as he fell into a deep sleep.
I only wished I could sleep that soundly.
I waited an hour, listening to him breathe and reveling in the feel of his arms. But my head was refusing to shut off, and this sense of time running short made me restless. I carefully climbed out of bed and slipped into a new bathrobe, a long, soft, silky thing that felt like I was wrapped in satin sheets.
A computer virus had attacked my work computer a few weeks ago while I was reviewing notes a former CIA agent had made on a terrorist cell she was once tasked with exposing. There were arrests made in the case, but this agent, Emily Greene, felt as though they had barely touched the tip of the iceberg, and she’d made it her private mission to uncover the rest. Dominic Gil, our asset, was her partner on this case when he was in the military, in part because he’d had a personal relationship with her because Emily was his wife, Amy’s, twin sister. He brought us her notes after she was killed, notes containing information that he believed led to her death. But the virus corrupted everything on my computer, including her notes.
The worse of it was that Megan believed her brother, Peter, was killed in what was made to look like a simple car accident because he’d stumbled across evidence of this same terrorist cell. She believed there was information in Emily’s notes that could prove Peter’s murder.
I agreed with her. And I desperately wanted to fix the files so that she’d have the information she needed.
I’d brought it all home because I was suddenly paranoid that the virus that attacked our computers at work could happen again. I was pretty sure that the virus was uploaded onto a hard drive Megan took from Peter’s work computer long ago, maybe before he died, and that someone activated it at the moment I was about to learn something important about Emily’s investigation. I think someone at Dragon activated it. I couldn’t prove it. And all the people in the room at the time were trusted employees.
Everyone but Dante. I was beginning to have my doubts about him.
I’d never seen this sort of thing before. But I knew it was possible for a virus to sit dormant until someone sent it a command. Dante was on his phone that day. What if he was the one to send the command? It made sense, except for the why. Why would Dante want to block Megan from finding out why her brother was killed and by whom?
I curled up in my office chair and began running the same diagnostics on the files that I’d been using, trying to find a way to fix the corruption. The virus was incredibly thorough. Chances that I’d be able to clean it up completely were slim. But I was making some progress. I’d managed to get more names from the lists Emily had made, names of people she believed were connected to the terrorist cell in some way. But that was all I had to offer.
I wanted to give her more. I wanted to make sure she knew the truth because I knew how important that was to her.
And then there was Luke.
Luke Murphy was an American hero. He was a Navy SEAL before he joined the CIA. He worked covert
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