Page 48 of Special Agent Jennie

Chapter Thirty-five

Kane held back, watching as Lance and Jennie hovered over the injured girl. While waiting for the ambulance, he checked the scene and saw what result the struggle had on Lance’s once neat apartment. What a mess!

Screams from the sirens closing in broke the still of the night. He guided the EMTs into the apartment and stood to the side as they took over. In a matter of minutes, FBI agents also arrived to deal with the dead body where one of their own had been involved.

Soon, the apartment was being cordoned off and officers were taking notes. Thankfully, Jennie had stepped in and gave orders for Lance to be allowed to travel with Mellie to the hospital. That left the two of them to deal with questions and give their statements.

Hours later, totally exhausted, they were able to leave together. Standing outside in the early hours when dawn had begun to make signs of appearing, Kane took Jennie’s arm and asked, “Can I buy you a coffee?”

“Yeah. That would be good. I don’t believe I’ve ever needed caffeine more.”

“Me too. How about we get drive-thru? I can’t face a bunch of people right now.”

“Good idea. Then we can go someplace quiet. The thought of answering another question is more than I can handle. I’m bushed.”

Kane looked down into her face and saw her exhaustion. “Maybe I need to take you home. You look like you’re at the end of your rope.”

Jennie gazed into his eyes and saw the worry he didn’t try to hide. “I have a better idea. Let’s go to the hotel, book a room, and screw like bunnies. Then we can get some sleep and—.”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence before he had taken her arm, rushed her to his truck, and spoke gently, “Yes, ma’am.”

He heard her giggle, suspecting she knew how fucking happy her suggestion had made him. God, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, her standing up to the crazy with the gun, not cowering, not showing any fear. He’d suffered shards of broken glass jabbing his heart before pulling the trigger. If he’d been a few seconds later… God, he couldn’t bear to think about it.

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When they were finally settled on the bed with their take-out breakfasts in front of them, bags torn open and used as placemats, Jennie looked up into his face and grinned. This was fun, sitting crossed-legged like they were teenagers and ravenously scarfing down the food.

“What? Have I got something on my face?”

“No, but I have to ask, who eats ketchup with eggs?”

“Just scrambled eggs. And I don’t trust other types of cooked eggs to taste good after they’ve been in a take-out bag for so long.”

“My pancakes are perfect and still hot.”

“Yeah, thanks to the microwave in the room.”

“You could have re-warmed your food.”

“Nah! Then the eggs would taste like rubber. I’d rather have cold eggs and ham.”

Laughing, she added, “Smothered in ketchup. Yuck.”

Packaging up the empty dishes, he tossed them in a heap on the floor and then scooped her into his arms. “You’re the one who insisted on eating first.” He looked down into her smiling face, daring her to argue.

“What else was there to do? We both needed sustenance for the day ahead.”

“I can think of many things we can do. What was it you said – we can screw like rabbits?”

“That’s not true at all.”

“Madam, I heard it with my own ears.”

“What I said was that we could screw like bunnies.”

“I stand corrected.”

“That’s not true either… you’re lying down.”

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