Texas Stand-Off: The Omega Team Novella (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Sable Hunter Page B

for both of them, eggs and bacon, then left hers on a plate in the oven and squirreled his away in here to eat alone–where it was safe. Truthfully, waking up beside her felt so good he’d never wanted to leave the bed. And with that knowledge, he’d sprang up and ran out of the room faster than greased lightning. 
    Periodically, he walked to the door and listened, trying to determine if Taz had come down ready to start their day. Hell! He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He’d faced the enemy–jumped on a goddamn grenade to save a friend–yet here he was cowering away in some room because a woman made him feel things he thought he never would.
    But wasn’t that what he’d been doing for the last few years? Hiding? Sylvia had made him feel things he’d hadn’t ever expected. Shame. Doubt. Insecurity. And now a different woman, different in every wonderful way, was making him feel different things. Desire. Wanted. Hope.
    “Deacon?”
    He heard her voice. Last night when she’d first come into his room, he’d thought her voice was all in his head. But she’d been real and warm and so sexy that the thought of her had him hard as a rock. Again.
    “Deacon?”
    Time to face the music.
    “I’m coming.” Hell yeah, he’d cum–and he made her cum too–several times.
    When he found her, she was swallowing the last bite of bacon. “I hope that was for me, I ate it all.” She walked a few steps closer, hoping he’d pull her into his arms and give her a morning kiss.
    “It was, I already ate. Are you ready?”
    “Yes.” She rinsed her dish, put it in the dishwasher and followed him back to his office.
    “Have a seat.” He motioned to a chair near the window. “As you know, there are some questions I have to ask you to properly ascertain whether or not working the Omega Team would be a good fit for you…and for us.” Her big doe eyes stared straight at him, a little bloom coming to her cheeks as their eyes met and locked. Yea, they both knew the truth. They fit together like a glove. She’d been so tight, a perfect fit for him.
    “I understand.”
    “So, tell me if you consider yourself to be Russian or American?”
    His voice was cold, it made her shiver. Taz placed her hands under her thighs to warm them. “I’m an American, I passed my citizenship test. I’m also a Russian by birth and by blood. I think every American identifies himself with the birthplace of his ancestors. Since I’ve been in the states, I have met Italian Americans, Irish Americans, African Americans, French Americans–” 
    He held up his hand. “I got it.” Deacon was about to go on, but she began to speak again.
    “What is your background?”
    Deacon appeared surprised. “Some English, mostly German.”
    “Did your father or grandfather experience suspicion because of Hitler?”
    His eyes narrowed. “Maybe. But you have to admit your connection is more immediate and irregular. Your father was a KGB agent, an agency responsible for crimes against humanity.”
    Taz raised her head higher. “My father served his country. I do not know everything he did as KGB and FSB, but he did protest what he thought was wrong and defected to expose the crimes he’d witnessed. He was murdered for the bravery he showed, poisoned with polonium.”
    “Radiation poisoning. Yes, I remember.”
    Swallowing, Taz looked to the floor. “He suffered horribly for almost a month before he died.”
    “Did he leave his secrets in your care?”
    “Some of them. He also worked with the CIA and wrote a couple of books detailing the atrocities committed by a regime he didn’t support.”
    Deacon frowned. “If he didn’t support the regimes, why would he serve in those state security agencies?”
    She studied his face. This was a completely different person from the one she’d been with the night before. He acted like nothing had happened between them. “To know your enemy well, sometimes you have to be close.”
    He let out a