Page 47 of Redeeming Meg

By the time he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. “We’re fired, by the way,” he murmured into her ear. “He did tell me that Tommy had been stationed here for the past six months. He put in for an open position and got it without any issue. Flynn says he’s been working at getting back in the field ever sinceJessie’s death, applying for every job that came his way. Flynn made steered him here, thinking it was the best way to utilize his skills without putting too much stress on him.”

That Dec had gone behind her back and talked to Flynn annoyed her, yet, having that information might help. “And what does Flynn think now that his golden boy might be a traitor?”

“He doesn’t want to believe it any more than you or I do, but he’s pissed. He’s been Tommy’s guardian angel since all this happened, and this is how the kid repays him?” He shook his head. “He gave me quite a lecture about us going off task, but secretly, I think he’s rooting for us to find him.”

She rested a hand on Dec’s shoulder, brushed her cheek against his. “We all feel responsible for him.”

He skimmed the bottom of one heavy breast with a thumb before sliding a possessive hand to her waist. His lips found that sensitive spot under her ear again, his teeth nibbling at it. “What is your honest opinion? Has he gone dark side, or is he working some elaborate plan to take revenge on Hagar?”

God, she was having trouble concentrating. She swallowed hard, the ache between her legs growing needy. “He’s making it look like the former, but I’m hoping it’s the latter.”

He already knew that, but it was all she could get out. She kissed him then, not caring about the audience or their act. It wasn’t an act anymore. Not for her.

Her second responded, and she knew from the way his lips took hers that it wasn’t an act for him anymore, either.

The rap singer ended that song and began another. She quit caring about anything but Dec and his hands, his mouth, the looks he was giving her.

His eyes simmered with need and a greediness that had nothing to do with Tommy and everything to do with getting herclothes off. He planned to ravage her again as soon as he had the chance.

She was nearly orgasmic when they reached the station, and her legs trembled as she started to exit the car. Their driver was more than happy when Dec followed through with his promise, and they exchanged the information necessary for the man to receive his payment for a day’s worth of work.

“Do you want me to wait?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“No, but thanks,” Dec said, slapping the back of the seat and quickly adjusting his pants, where a tell-tale bulge showed. “We appreciate your help.”

“Name’s Tomas.” When Meg met his eyes at the name, he nodded. It was another reason he’d helped them. “I hope you find your brother. You need more help, you text me.”

She thanked him and got out.

Inside the bustling station, they moved through the terminal, flashing Tommy’s photo to the staff and security guards. At first, she’d been worried they might be recognized from the sketches Tessa had told them about, but no one seemed to pay much attention to them.

Meg’s hope for a lead dwindled with each shake of the head, each indifferent shrug. No one had seen Tommy.

Had he even bought a ticket? Had he stopped here for some other reason?

Declan shared her frustration. “None of the clerks remember him, and if he did grab a ticket, he must have used an alias. If he didn’t buy one, where did he go? Did he grab another taxi and head off somewhere else?”

While her partner appeared perfectly composed and calm, she could hear the strain in his voice. He preferred dealing with bombs and staring down the barrels of guns. Detective work wasn’t his thing.

In all honesty, she preferred the adrenaline rush of action, as well. “If he thought someone was following him, he might have.”

Dec glanced around at the crisscrossing patterns of travelers, at the giant clock and the boards listing the incoming and outgoing trains. “We need Del or Spence to check tickets, security camera footage, and other ride services. There’s no point in taking off for Berlin unless we’re sure that’s where he went.”

“Can we play on Flynn’s guardian angel complex to allow one or both of them to help us?”

He steered her toward the nearest exit. “Guess we’re going to find out. Once we’re back at the safe house, I’ll contact Langley.”

But outside, they saw Tomas hailing them from across the street.

“What’s he still doing here?” Meg asked.

“Bankrupting me?” Declan replied.

Once they could weave through the slow-moving traffic dropping off and picking up passengers, they met him at his car. At least they’d have a way back to the safe house.

They’d have to make him drop them off a few blocks away, but it would save a long walk or another call to beg Tessa for a favor. How many did Meg owe her now? She’s lost count. “You’re still here,” she said to him. “Couldn’t get any new customers?”

He glanced around nervously, lowering his voice. “Someone wants me to bring you to an address on the south side of the city.”

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