Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
The one thing she did know was now that her family was here, their time was running out.
* * * *
Zach heard Lacey’s accent slip.
What the hell was going on? How had his carefully planned evening turned into a pile of drama? He was supposed to take Devi back into the house and get her in the shower and start the whole process over again. He should be kissing her and washing her hair and fucking her again.
Instead, something was happening, and it wasn’t good.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my cousin, Lucifer?” Kala asked. “Did you think you could hide her from me?”
“I was doing nothing with your cousin, you complete psycho. I was trying to keep things together since your team couldn’t handle it.” Lacey was still. Like preternaturally still.
He was confused. Oh, not really. It was super clear to him now that Lacey was Agency. A plant sent in to figure him out. The question was who sent her. And why did she and Kala hate each other?
Lou and Cooper rushed in, filling the small space. He noted Devi had taken a place on the loveseat, and she was watching with wide eyes. Almost like she lived for this shit.
His stomach was in knots. Had he fucked up again? Had Lacey been lying all this time about her contacts? He thought he was close to finding his mom but only because Lacey was working in the background.
“Kala, you need to stay calm.” Cooper had his hands out like he was dealing with velociraptors he thought he could train. “Lucy, we should sit down and debrief. You have to know we were not informed you were working an op that touched ours.”
“Of course you weren’t because she would have fucked it all up,” Lacey snarled.
Lacey. Lucy? God, he was a moron. What the hell had he done? He should use the chaos to leave. He could grab his go bag and be on his way out of Wales before anyone realized he was gone. He would go to ground. Maybe back to the States. Find his aunt. Hunker down until he could figure something else out. Yes, that was exactly the plan. The Agency was obviously using this Lucy person to keep tabs on him. She would be his arresting officer when she decided she had everything she could get out of him. Hell, she might do it tonight since her cover was blown. So the smart play was to sneak out right now.
He didn’t want to leave Devi.
“I would fuck it up?” Kala asked, brows rising.
Devi looked across the room at him, a smile tugging her lips up, and she held out a hand. An invitation. He could practically hear her. Join me, Sir. Come and sit with me, Zach. We’ll survive the storm together.
He should leave.
“You fuck everything up. Did you think I would forget how you assassinated that guy in Qatar before I could get the intel I needed out of him? Also, that bullet came close to hitting me,” Lacey/Lucy declared.
“Yeah, I missed,” Kala returned. “I did fuck that one up.”
He didn’t even pretend he was leaving. He walked across the space and took Devi’s hand, gently pulling her up and moving so he was the one sitting on the couch. He then pulled her down, settling her on his lap.
Yeah. This was what he needed. The minute he was in contact with her he could feel his panic fading. He wrapped an arm around her waist and settled his hand on her thigh, holding her close. He leaned in. “I have no idea what’s happening. I think I fucked up again, and we might be in trouble. I mean I might be in trouble.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder. “You were right the first time. Okay, here’s what I’ve figured out. I think Lacey Rook is actually Lucy Brooke Flanders. I obviously don’t know her personally, but I’ve heard the rumors. She’s from the same town where my cousins spent all their summers. She’s younger than Kala, but something happened when they were kids and they despise each other. Like nuclear hate. Kala doesn’t like to hear the sound of her name.”
“How did she end up in the Agency?” Shouldn’t it be more elite? Shouldn’t there be people he met who had regular jobs? Why couldn’t he ever meet a mechanic? Or a librarian?
His favorite person in the world designed fet wear, and he wanted to see her in it again.
“Oh, I’m sorry you think I’m mishandling the Zach situation. I’m under a little pressure here since I had to work overtime when he brought his girlfriend back to our damn secret base.” Lucy had begun moving, edging around the room.
Kala mirrored her. “Poor baby has stress? I eat stress for breakfast.”