Page 11 of A Touch of Frost
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I had learned a long time ago to trust my instincts.
But I had no reason to fear. The man leaning against my vehicle was familiar to me. He was someone I considered a friend and for a second a potential mate.
Nothing much had changed about Mozart except the ring on his finger. That was a royal dick-punch.
He was never mine to keep.
Looking back, I realized, he wasn’t even mine for a night.
I stopped in front of him and shoved my fingers into my pockets.
“I want to see your face,” Mozart said.
“We haven’t seen each other in years, Mozart.” My voice sounded hard to me. “I think you’ve forgotten your manners.”
“Please.”
I exhaled long and hard then peeled the hood off my head. Rain quickly soaked through my red hair then dripped down my back, but I ignored it.
“I’m going to get right to the point.” Mozart rubbed the back of his neck. “I need your help.”
I tilted my head to study him. He was as handsome as he always was, wide shoulders, a proud mouth.
I scoffed. “You need my help, or the SEALs need my help?”
“Is there a difference?”
“If there isn’t, that would mean I have nothing to say to you.”
Mozart pressed his lips into a thin line. “Okay, both of us need your help.”
“I see.” I nodded. “They sent you as what? The messenger? The pacifier?”
“I’m nobody’s errand boy.” Mozart growled. “You should know that.”
I smiled. “You keep thinking that…”
“It wasn’t long ago that you were one of their messengers too.” Mozart reminded me.
“And look where that left me.” I glared at him.
“Cut me some slack here, Frost.” Mozart tossed his hands up. “Look, can you meet us somewhere so we can talk?”
“Us?”
“This isn’t about the SEALs, not really.” He told me. “A friend of mine—his brother is missing in Bucharest. It’s a long-ass story, but we don’t have the manpower right now to do much about it and the military is disavowing any knowledge of anything.”
I laughed. “Sounds familiar.”
“This isn’t a joke.” Mozart spat.
“It is.” I ignored his outburst. “It has to be. The SEALs burned the bridge to me and now they think they can cross back. How? Can they fly?”
“Frost, this is bigger than—”
“You can tell them for me that I said they should eat shit and die.”
“Frost.”
