moment, and she felt safe here. Surrounded by other military families. For the millionth time she wondered where Mason was. What he and the rest of the team were doing. And how successful was their trip. Had they caught the guys that were after her? Was she safe? Or were the men still at large?
Mason was always on her mind. Yet he wasn’t hers. But he could be. If she wanted, he could be. Maybe.
Did she want that? He was a hero. His career was dangerous. Like Harry’s. He could die like Harry had died.
Tears came to her eyes.
She swiped at them impatiently. She’d rather have loved and lost Harry than not have had him in her life at all. Love was like that. And she’d go through the loss all over again if it meant having the joyful memories of being with him in the first place. She’d take as many of those years as she could have. And the same for Mason. She’d still hold close any memories she had. The choices weren’t great but to have spent time with him, loving him… well that was special. Sure it would be nice if he were in a nice safe job like a computer programmer but then he would be Mason…
There were no guarantees in life. Look at the nightmare she’d been through already this last week. If Mason’s team hadn’t saved her…
Now it seemed like all she did was wait for Mason to show up again.
At least her work was going well. She was almost done with the last set of tweaks. Was all set to give her demonstration tomorrow. Combine that to almost being healed, then life was good.
Her phone rang. But of course she’d left it on the computer table. She walked back inside. She checked the number but didn’t recognize it. She knew better than to respond to any unusual calls. Although her phone was being monitored while here, and security was constantly on the prowl. At night time they were outside her house. In the day time they were around, she just never knew who they were.
And that meant there was no point in looking but of course she couldn’t stop herself. She’d wondered if the gardener that seemed to do daily rounds was one of them. He’d done her yard and her neighbors then a day later she’d seen him on the side of the road.
It did make her feel better knowing someone was out there.
She returned to her work. The presentation needed a little tweaking then she should be good there too. Her staff were more keyed up over this than she was. Of course she’d promised them a bonus if she managed to pull it off.
The government had a lot of money for her type of software. She’d love to be financially stable, to be able to give it to them free, but no such luck so she was looking for a fair price. Lower than market value as the value had gone up. Her manager had been contacted any number of times in the last few days about her program. All calls had been forwarded to the government.
There was no way in hell she’d sell out her government. It wasn’t possible for her to do that to her brother. Mason. The others.
Too bad she was so damn tired. Another cup of coffee then she’d be done.
After pouring the coffee into the cup, she walked back to the computer. There were several chat messages from one of her staff. She started answering.
By the time she was done, her coffee was almost cold. She stood up and walked back to the kitchen. The pot was empty. Damn.
She rinsed out her cup and took a sip of water instead. As she stared out the window, she caught sight of the freshly mowed lawn. Good. She loved sitting out there in the evenings.
Turning around she gasped. Shrieked. And dropped her cup.
Two men dressed in black jumped her. She fought like a wildcat until the sting of a needle filled her veins with an icy liquid.
She collapsed unconscious into their arms.
*
“ H EY, M ASON, HOW’D the mission go?”
The black look on Mason’s face should have given the young man the answer. In fact, it should have sent the man running in the opposite direction. Instead the man stood, ready to
Mason was always on her mind. Yet he wasn’t hers. But he could be. If she wanted, he could be. Maybe.
Did she want that? He was a hero. His career was dangerous. Like Harry’s. He could die like Harry had died.
Tears came to her eyes.
She swiped at them impatiently. She’d rather have loved and lost Harry than not have had him in her life at all. Love was like that. And she’d go through the loss all over again if it meant having the joyful memories of being with him in the first place. She’d take as many of those years as she could have. And the same for Mason. She’d still hold close any memories she had. The choices weren’t great but to have spent time with him, loving him… well that was special. Sure it would be nice if he were in a nice safe job like a computer programmer but then he would be Mason…
There were no guarantees in life. Look at the nightmare she’d been through already this last week. If Mason’s team hadn’t saved her…
Now it seemed like all she did was wait for Mason to show up again.
At least her work was going well. She was almost done with the last set of tweaks. Was all set to give her demonstration tomorrow. Combine that to almost being healed, then life was good.
Her phone rang. But of course she’d left it on the computer table. She walked back inside. She checked the number but didn’t recognize it. She knew better than to respond to any unusual calls. Although her phone was being monitored while here, and security was constantly on the prowl. At night time they were outside her house. In the day time they were around, she just never knew who they were.
And that meant there was no point in looking but of course she couldn’t stop herself. She’d wondered if the gardener that seemed to do daily rounds was one of them. He’d done her yard and her neighbors then a day later she’d seen him on the side of the road.
It did make her feel better knowing someone was out there.
She returned to her work. The presentation needed a little tweaking then she should be good there too. Her staff were more keyed up over this than she was. Of course she’d promised them a bonus if she managed to pull it off.
The government had a lot of money for her type of software. She’d love to be financially stable, to be able to give it to them free, but no such luck so she was looking for a fair price. Lower than market value as the value had gone up. Her manager had been contacted any number of times in the last few days about her program. All calls had been forwarded to the government.
There was no way in hell she’d sell out her government. It wasn’t possible for her to do that to her brother. Mason. The others.
Too bad she was so damn tired. Another cup of coffee then she’d be done.
After pouring the coffee into the cup, she walked back to the computer. There were several chat messages from one of her staff. She started answering.
By the time she was done, her coffee was almost cold. She stood up and walked back to the kitchen. The pot was empty. Damn.
She rinsed out her cup and took a sip of water instead. As she stared out the window, she caught sight of the freshly mowed lawn. Good. She loved sitting out there in the evenings.
Turning around she gasped. Shrieked. And dropped her cup.
Two men dressed in black jumped her. She fought like a wildcat until the sting of a needle filled her veins with an icy liquid.
She collapsed unconscious into their arms.
*
“ H EY, M ASON, HOW’D the mission go?”
The black look on Mason’s face should have given the young man the answer. In fact, it should have sent the man running in the opposite direction. Instead the man stood, ready to
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