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Jason Bourne
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I wanted to smash it against the wall — especially when Linda or Brenda, whatever her name was, had her hand wrapped around my….
“Don’t answer it,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. “You know you don’t want to. I was about to show you something my tongue can do…”
“Sorry, sugar.” I grabbed her wrist, pushing her hand away. “Duty calls.”God, why did I drink that extra Jack Daniel's? And bring her back to my motel room?
I answered, my voice sharp. “This better be important.”
“Get outside. Now.”
“What? When do you—”
“Now. We’re waiting.”
“Fuck.”
I looked down at Linda — or was it Louise? — still pouting in my bed. “Sorry, Louise. You’ve gotta go. I have an emergency.”
“My name’s Linda, not Louise. Are you a doctor or something?”
“Something like that.”
I tossed her clothes onto the bed, yanked my jeans on, and snatched my bag off the chair. She stood there, half-naked and offended. I grabbed her shoes, shoved them into her hands, and guided her toward the door.
I caught the flash of grins through the tinted SUV windows outside. Bastards. They’d heard every word.
Linda — or Louise — pressed herself against me, kissing me like she wanted to brand me. I peeled her arms off my neck.
“I’ll call you when I get back. You can finish that tongue story,” I said, not meaning a word I said.
“Oh, you’re gonna love it. Goodbye,doctor.”
The laughter from inside the SUV was deafening. I climbed in, slammed the door, and shot Max a glare. “Alright, geniuses. What the hell was so urgent I had to ditch a veryenthusiasticwoman?”
Nate chuckled, handing me a folder. “Here you go,doctor.”
I flipped him off, then opened the file. One name on the first page froze the blood in my veins.
Zoe Brewer.
My pulse kicked up. “Zoe Brewer? How many Zoe Brewers are there?”
“Check the photo,” Forest said.
I looked. My chest tightened. It was her — beautiful, dangerous Zoe Brewer. Nobody should’ve been able to take her down.
“Zoe is Lane’s sister,” I said. Detective. Trained fighter. Martial arts expert. Tough as hell. How the fuck did they get her?”
Nate leaned forward. “She’d just gotten out of the hospital. Burst appendix. Lane was staying with her. Security cameras caught everything. Lane fought them like a wildcat. When Zoe tried to help, they kicked her hard. Knocked her flat. Lane ran to her, and that’s when they moved in.”
“They took both of them,” Forest added grimly.
I stared out the window, jaw clenched.Lane.My teammates knew Lane.
I turned another page and there she was — Lane Brewer. The only woman I have ever loved. The one I’d lost—the spitfire who’d never backed down from a fight.
