Page 59 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Isn’t she?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so, but…”

“Hey, the chemistry between you two is about as electric as that dress she’s wearing.”

“It’s that obvious?”

“Hell, yeah, but reading people is a big part of my job, and I’m really good at it.”

“Apparently.”

“Regardless, I’ll run this by Sam. Hold on.”

As the agent walked away to make the call, Donovan moved to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a shot of whiskey.

The chemistry between you two is about as electric as that dress she’s wearing.

As he took a drink the remark echoed through his head.

Agent Miller was right.

But the operation was coming to a head.

Soon it would be over.

Then what?

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

While Candy had poured herself another drink and settled into a couch to watch television, Phoebe paced.

She wasn’t happy.

She wasn’t happy one bit.

In fact, she was furious.

She could understand why she might not be allowed to stay in the office while an arrest went down, but she couldn’t fathom why she was locked in a room with a babysitter. It didn’t help that she was starving. She could be miles away in the kitchen making herself something to eat.

She’d had enough.

Glancing across at Rocky, she decided she’d find his weak point and win him over. But the door suddenly opened and Agent Miller walked in.

“Rocky, we’re setting up surveillance and need your expertise. Girls, stay put and keep the door locked.”

“No problem. In fact, I’m exhausted,” Phoebe lied, thinking she might have a chance to slip away. “I’m going into the bedroom to lie down.”

“Great, though it shouldn’t take long to wrap this up. Maybe thirty-minutes or so.”

“Oh…right…” she muttered.

“Phoebe, are you okay? You look…odd.”

“Yes, Agent Miller I’m fine, I just feel a bit dizzy. I haven’t eaten much and it’s been a crazy night.”

“Well, like I said, this will be over pretty quick. In the meantime, yes, you should have that lie down.”

“I will. Thanks.”

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