True
Sons of Bitches, as he liked to think of them, were planning their mayhem, it
was going to be an ugly event. It made him sick to his stomach.
They needed to get lucky and fast, or Noah needed to
remember what he had learned the night of the explosion. Sev knew that when she
wasn’t coordinating the fieldwork or conferring with Ms Mac, Haley hung out
with Noah. What the two of them were doing was a matter of speculation on his
part, but he had a pretty good idea. Too bad it hadn’t worked yet. Of course,
Noah was still a bit shaky from his injuries. Sev had kept his ear to the
ground on that score. According to Noah’s nurse, a nice guy who was not Sev’s
type in the least, the patient was slowly recovering and regaining his
strength. It was hard to believe Haley would push the guy’s recovery with hot
and heavy full-court-press sex.
He’d wrestled with the idea of putting a similar plan into
action. If Haley was right, and he knew she wouldn’t have lied or been mistaken
about something so important, then Noah should be okay with Sev’s advances.
Still, he wasn’t so sure. He didn’t know squat about amnesia. What if it
changed a person? If Noah didn’t know his own name, maybe he didn’t know he was
comfortable being bi, either. As he thought it, Sev scribbled “coward” on his
paper. He was being a coward. Sexuality was ingrained. It had taken him a few
years to accept it about himself, to accept he was a guy who liked fucking
women and men in equal measure. Sure, it made him different, but it also made
life a hell of a lot more interesting. Maybe being seduced by Sev would
kick-start Noah’s memories when Haley’s touch couldn’t do the trick.
The competitive thought made him smile inside and he felt
guilty about it. It wasn’t supposed to be about besting his former love. It was
about saving lives. The bitch of it was he couldn’t keep Haley out of the
equation. He couldn’t keep her or his longing for her at bay. She was right
there, hair slightly mussed, clothes wrinkled, her face set in a serious way
that told him she was concentrating very hard. There was nothing even remotely
alluring about her at the moment, yet he wanted her as much as he ever had. If
he allowed himself to stare at her for a few seconds more, his cock would get
hard. His bored mind would conjure up images of hoisting her onto the
conference table, stripping down her pants and plunging his raging hard-on into
her wet pussy.
She looked at him. Her eyes narrowed as if she’d read his
mind, and damn if she hadn’t always been good at that. If she knew where his
thoughts were headed, she didn’t let on, though. “Severin?” she asked in her
clipped, bossy tone he both hated and found surprisingly arousing. “Are you
listening?”
“Yes ma’am,” he assured her because he actually had been
listening while pondering about Noah and fantasizing about her. “We’re moving
to secondary targets in the more notable suburbs tied to the
Revolution—Lexington, Concord, Arlington.” He scratched his chin. “I have to
say Arlington means nothing to me.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “That’s because you’re from
California. Around here, we know the town of Arlington was a village known as
Menotomy back in Colonial days and the British marched through there on their
way back to Boston. More people died in Menotomy than in Lexington and Concord.
Not as well known, of course. It’s a long shot,” she conceded. “But everything
is.” The room was quiet for a moment as they all reflected about the tough
situation they were in. Haley broke the silence. “Well, we won’t get anywhere
dwelling on the negative. Everyone has their assignments. Let’s get to it.”
The other operatives filed out. Sev waited until he and
Haley were the only ones left before he shut the door and turned toward her.
She looked at him with suspicion. Her full red lips were pursed, making them
irresistible. He didn’t even try. Two steps and
Sons of Bitches, as he liked to think of them, were planning their mayhem, it
was going to be an ugly event. It made him sick to his stomach.
They needed to get lucky and fast, or Noah needed to
remember what he had learned the night of the explosion. Sev knew that when she
wasn’t coordinating the fieldwork or conferring with Ms Mac, Haley hung out
with Noah. What the two of them were doing was a matter of speculation on his
part, but he had a pretty good idea. Too bad it hadn’t worked yet. Of course,
Noah was still a bit shaky from his injuries. Sev had kept his ear to the
ground on that score. According to Noah’s nurse, a nice guy who was not Sev’s
type in the least, the patient was slowly recovering and regaining his
strength. It was hard to believe Haley would push the guy’s recovery with hot
and heavy full-court-press sex.
He’d wrestled with the idea of putting a similar plan into
action. If Haley was right, and he knew she wouldn’t have lied or been mistaken
about something so important, then Noah should be okay with Sev’s advances.
Still, he wasn’t so sure. He didn’t know squat about amnesia. What if it
changed a person? If Noah didn’t know his own name, maybe he didn’t know he was
comfortable being bi, either. As he thought it, Sev scribbled “coward” on his
paper. He was being a coward. Sexuality was ingrained. It had taken him a few
years to accept it about himself, to accept he was a guy who liked fucking
women and men in equal measure. Sure, it made him different, but it also made
life a hell of a lot more interesting. Maybe being seduced by Sev would
kick-start Noah’s memories when Haley’s touch couldn’t do the trick.
The competitive thought made him smile inside and he felt
guilty about it. It wasn’t supposed to be about besting his former love. It was
about saving lives. The bitch of it was he couldn’t keep Haley out of the
equation. He couldn’t keep her or his longing for her at bay. She was right
there, hair slightly mussed, clothes wrinkled, her face set in a serious way
that told him she was concentrating very hard. There was nothing even remotely
alluring about her at the moment, yet he wanted her as much as he ever had. If
he allowed himself to stare at her for a few seconds more, his cock would get
hard. His bored mind would conjure up images of hoisting her onto the
conference table, stripping down her pants and plunging his raging hard-on into
her wet pussy.
She looked at him. Her eyes narrowed as if she’d read his
mind, and damn if she hadn’t always been good at that. If she knew where his
thoughts were headed, she didn’t let on, though. “Severin?” she asked in her
clipped, bossy tone he both hated and found surprisingly arousing. “Are you
listening?”
“Yes ma’am,” he assured her because he actually had been
listening while pondering about Noah and fantasizing about her. “We’re moving
to secondary targets in the more notable suburbs tied to the
Revolution—Lexington, Concord, Arlington.” He scratched his chin. “I have to
say Arlington means nothing to me.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “That’s because you’re from
California. Around here, we know the town of Arlington was a village known as
Menotomy back in Colonial days and the British marched through there on their
way back to Boston. More people died in Menotomy than in Lexington and Concord.
Not as well known, of course. It’s a long shot,” she conceded. “But everything
is.” The room was quiet for a moment as they all reflected about the tough
situation they were in. Haley broke the silence. “Well, we won’t get anywhere
dwelling on the negative. Everyone has their assignments. Let’s get to it.”
The other operatives filed out. Sev waited until he and
Haley were the only ones left before he shut the door and turned toward her.
She looked at him with suspicion. Her full red lips were pursed, making them
irresistible. He didn’t even try. Two steps and
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