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“Emmanuela interviewed with GWO and didn’t get the job. The records show anyone who works there or has been interviewed,” Wire relays.

“Does it say why she didn’t get the job?” Falcon asks.

“Says here, ‘Emmanuela has the skill set for the position of executive assistant; however, she did not pass the personality assessment for the position,’” Wire reads out.

“Rebel and I need to find a way into the Fontaine home without Emmanuela seeing us. I have a feeling Mary is a prisoner in her own home. And if we don’t figure out where they’re keeping Mitchell and Remmi, once they become dispensable, they’re going to take them out,” Falcon says.

“You think Del Torres is behind this?” I ask.

“I think it goes deeper than the company. I think a boss in the Mexican cartel is trying to take down GWO and planning a takeover of the company. GWO has the investment accounts of many of the world’s leaders. That’s a mighty powerful reason to take their genius analyst,” Falcon says.

“Makes a lot of sense, but no proof,” I remind him.

“Time to find a way to get to Mary. Alone,” Wire says, expelling a heavy breath.

“You keep working. Falcon and I are on it,” I say. “We better hurry. The Fontaines are in trouble.”

Chapter13

Dinner for One Isn’t Fun

Sadie

Planning a meal for two, then getting a call from Rebel letting me know that he’s working late and won’t be home for dinner sucks. This is the first night that we won’t be eating together. I suppose it’s something we both have to get used to. My job at the hospital has me working shifts, so Rebel will have nights without me as well.

“I’ll grab a sandwich when I can,” Rebel said when he called earlier. It wasn’t a long chat, and I could hear the guys talking in the background, so I know whatever they’re working on is important. Rebel did take the time to say, “I love you, babe. See you soon.”

I let out a sigh and put back the sausages. I was going to make sausage and pepper penne. Instead, I decide to make grilled cheese, one of my comfort foods. What is it about grilled cheese that makes me feel good, anyway? Maybe it’s the soft, warm, gooey cheese oozing from the crunchy, buttery bread that melts in your mouth. Yeah, that’s it! I remember when I take my first bite as I snuggle under my blanket on the sofa.

It’s a Herculean task to move when the doorbell rings. I toss the blanket aside, but before I can check the peephole, Maya’s voice pipes up.

“Hey, Sadie, want some company? It’s me, Maya, and Kailyn is with me.”

I slide open the door to see that both women have their hands full. Maya’s holding a bowl of chips in one hand and dip in the other. Kailyn is loaded down with wine and a charcuterie board loaded with crackers, cheese, grapes, and all sorts of goodies.

“Wow, let me help you with that,” I say, reaching out to give them a hand.

“I hope you don’t mind. Maya and I have established a tradition where when our guys are working late, we get together to help pass the time,” Kailyn says.

“I love the idea. Mind you, when I start my new job, there’ll be days when I’m working, but at least I’ll have work to think about,” I tell them.

As they both come and set down the food they’ve brought, I go to grab some wineglasses and pour our wine.

“That’s right! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you,” Maya says.

“Let’s have a toast,” Kailyn begins, and raises her glass. “To Sadie: a huge accomplishment in getting the job you’re meant to have. The patients you serve will love you as much as we do.”

“And to the men who love us. May they always be safe,” Maya adds.

“Amen to that,” I sigh, taking a sip. “I miss Rebel when he’s not here.”

“Thank goodness it’s not too often that they’re jetting off to another country. Those days and nights are harder. At least we know they’re close, and I’m assured that tonight is all about gathering intel. You can’t get much safer than that,” Kailyn tells us.

Kailyn’s reassurance doesn’t have the effect it should have. I imagine Rebel in black clothes sneaking around, scaling a building, and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. My face must be saying the story I’m thinking, because Kailyn takes my hand.

“This isn’t Mission: Impossible,” Kailyn says. “I won’t lie to you, there are some days that I wish Phoenix would take a desk job and be done with this work. But I know it would kill him. Rebel is smart and fast. And truly, tonight is more about the element of surprise than being dangerous. They’re together as a team tonight. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I remember the first time Bull was gone at night. I sat in my chair with a blanket and stared at my phone, willing for it to ring,” Maya says. I point to my place on the sofa, where my blanket has fallen to the floor and my phone on the armrest, and begin to giggle.

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