her car. Not until they finally pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and she saw the black SUV drive past did she know they were actually being tailed.
Jordan’s knuckles were white when he finally parked the car. He exhaled deeply as he turned off the motor. She gently removed his hand from the steering wheel and held it to her cheek. “You did an excellent job,” she said softly.
“Thanks.” His voice cracked as her lips fluttered against his palm.
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested as she noticed the black SUV pass them again. This time she could make out Agent Argento at the wheel. He stared at her car as he drove past then parked a few rows away.
She confidently held Jordan’s hand as they walked toward the door, hoping the FBI agent would see them. He seemed to stand a little straighter and walk a little taller as she smiled brightly at his side. The hostess sat them quickly, and a waitress appeared to take their drink order. If there was ever a time Florian needed a drink, this was it. She thought about it for several seconds and finally blurted out the name of her favorite wine.
He didn’t frown, and she was thankful. And she tried hard not to gulp it. “The Secretary wants you dead,” she said softly after she finished her drink.
“What?” He blurted it out as he took a sip of his soda, and he had to wipe his mouth. As usual she tried not to chuckle at him.
“We need to leave town and hide out for a while.” She tried to remain as calm as possible. She didn’t want him to panic.
“I can’t, I have to go to work, and…”
“Hello Arianna.” She didn’t expect him to come into the restaurant. And she wanted to hit him for using her real name. “May I join you?”
He had balls, she’d give him that. He even waited for her to scoot over so he could sit down beside her. The confusion on Jordan’s face would be funny in any other situation.
“Who’s Arianna?” He wondered aloud as he glanced from the man who just intruded to the woman he thought was Florian.
“I’m Special Agent Vince Argento. And this lovely woman beside me is Arianna Becker.” He pulled the leather wallet out of his pocket again, and showed it to Jordan. Jordan took it and examined it briefly. And then he nodded. “Ms. Becker is taking far too long to explain it all, so I will sum it up. You’re in danger.”
He said it dramatically, and it sounded like a line straight out of a movie. His voice, along with his good looks, made it even more unrealistic. If she hadn’t already met him she would be looking around for cameras.
The waitress approached then, and Agent Argento smiled at her as if nothing at all was wrong. “I’d like to pay their check, please,” he said with a grin and a wink and handed her some money. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
“You can’t just march in here and tell us what to do,” Arianna nearly growled at him. “We won’t be leaving until I’ve explained to him.”
“The package your employer sent you had his picture in it,” Agent Agento stated smugly.
Her eyes grew wide. “There’s no way you could know that, unless,” she began, but he interrupted her.
“We intercepted the package and looked at it before you did.” He said with a charming grin.
“I don’t believe you,” Arianna argued. Her eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared. “You’re working for her.”
“I assure you, I’m not working for her,” he countered roughly. “The FBI has had your employer under surveillance for two years. The White House has given the go ahead to prosecute her.”
“I don’t know if you’re even an FBI agent,” Arianna countered. “That badge could be a fake.”
“It’s not,” Jordan broke in finally. He’d watched the two banter for several moments in awe. He knew he wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of either of them if they were angry. At that point, though, he felt he needed to interrupt. “It looks just like mine.” He reached into
Jordan’s knuckles were white when he finally parked the car. He exhaled deeply as he turned off the motor. She gently removed his hand from the steering wheel and held it to her cheek. “You did an excellent job,” she said softly.
“Thanks.” His voice cracked as her lips fluttered against his palm.
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested as she noticed the black SUV pass them again. This time she could make out Agent Argento at the wheel. He stared at her car as he drove past then parked a few rows away.
She confidently held Jordan’s hand as they walked toward the door, hoping the FBI agent would see them. He seemed to stand a little straighter and walk a little taller as she smiled brightly at his side. The hostess sat them quickly, and a waitress appeared to take their drink order. If there was ever a time Florian needed a drink, this was it. She thought about it for several seconds and finally blurted out the name of her favorite wine.
He didn’t frown, and she was thankful. And she tried hard not to gulp it. “The Secretary wants you dead,” she said softly after she finished her drink.
“What?” He blurted it out as he took a sip of his soda, and he had to wipe his mouth. As usual she tried not to chuckle at him.
“We need to leave town and hide out for a while.” She tried to remain as calm as possible. She didn’t want him to panic.
“I can’t, I have to go to work, and…”
“Hello Arianna.” She didn’t expect him to come into the restaurant. And she wanted to hit him for using her real name. “May I join you?”
He had balls, she’d give him that. He even waited for her to scoot over so he could sit down beside her. The confusion on Jordan’s face would be funny in any other situation.
“Who’s Arianna?” He wondered aloud as he glanced from the man who just intruded to the woman he thought was Florian.
“I’m Special Agent Vince Argento. And this lovely woman beside me is Arianna Becker.” He pulled the leather wallet out of his pocket again, and showed it to Jordan. Jordan took it and examined it briefly. And then he nodded. “Ms. Becker is taking far too long to explain it all, so I will sum it up. You’re in danger.”
He said it dramatically, and it sounded like a line straight out of a movie. His voice, along with his good looks, made it even more unrealistic. If she hadn’t already met him she would be looking around for cameras.
The waitress approached then, and Agent Argento smiled at her as if nothing at all was wrong. “I’d like to pay their check, please,” he said with a grin and a wink and handed her some money. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
“You can’t just march in here and tell us what to do,” Arianna nearly growled at him. “We won’t be leaving until I’ve explained to him.”
“The package your employer sent you had his picture in it,” Agent Agento stated smugly.
Her eyes grew wide. “There’s no way you could know that, unless,” she began, but he interrupted her.
“We intercepted the package and looked at it before you did.” He said with a charming grin.
“I don’t believe you,” Arianna argued. Her eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared. “You’re working for her.”
“I assure you, I’m not working for her,” he countered roughly. “The FBI has had your employer under surveillance for two years. The White House has given the go ahead to prosecute her.”
“I don’t know if you’re even an FBI agent,” Arianna countered. “That badge could be a fake.”
“It’s not,” Jordan broke in finally. He’d watched the two banter for several moments in awe. He knew he wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of either of them if they were angry. At that point, though, he felt he needed to interrupt. “It looks just like mine.” He reached into
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