Agent E2: Aidan (Superhero Romance) (The D.I.R.E. Agency) (23 page)

Bringing him back three years later had been a brilliant move. Naylor knew his daughter well. Cass would never desert St. James while he suffered like this.

“The only reason your father is still alive is because Cass would hate me. It’s taken all I have to stay in here.”

Dar said, “I’m sure he’s gloating. But, what he doesn’t realize is that my sister is crazy about you. Bringing back St. James won’t change that.”

Turning away, Aidan’s gut clenched. She didn’t return his vow of love earlier. Maybe she didn’t love him the way he loved her.

“I’m not so sure.”

Dar glowered at him. “If you believe that, you’re an idiot.”

“He sure is.”

Cass entered the room, Rachel beside her. Circling around Tristan and Dar, Rachel stopped beside Jacobs. Cass moved farther into the room and halted in front of Aidan.

“May we have some privacy, please?” Cass looked back at the others.

They filed out in a rush, the door shutting behind them.

Turning back to Aidan, Cass crossed her arms over her chest. “What is wrong with you, Aidan Monroe?”

Mimicking her pose, he glared back at her. “What are you talking about?”

“If we’re going to do this…” She pointed back and forth between them, “…you have to be there for me, no matter what.”

“I
am
here for you, no matter what.”

“Oh really? Well, I don’t remember you beside me the last hour or two outside of Riordan’s room. And by the way, sending your sister doesn’t count.”

Did she really think he could witness some happy reunion between them without losing it?

“I will be there for you, Cass. For anything.” Shaking his head, he lowered his arms. “But supporting a reconciliation with your long-lost boyfriend is beyond my powers.”

“Reconciliation?”

With a hand at his chest, she pushed him back to the bed. Sitting down, Aidan stared up into her beautiful violet-blue eyes.

“Aidan Monroe…” Her soft hand lay against his cheek. “I love you beyond reason. Nothing and no one will change that.”

Climbing onto his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His bare hands skimmed up back. God, it felt good to hold her.

Lying back on the bed, he brought her down on top of him. The sweet smile on her face made him want to whoop aloud.

“For the record,” he said, “before someone else shows up, we’re officially a couple.”

Grinning, she leaned down and gave him a kiss that would’ve melted his titanium suit. His palms kneaded her firm backside, his manhood reminding him it had been deprived.

She rubbed her hips against him. “Aidan Monroe, we cannot have sex. You’re in no condition.”

He flipped her onto her back. “If I can create the fireworks display I put on tonight, I can have sex.”

Grabbing the waistband of his shorts, she lowered them down his legs. “Mmm, good. I’m counting on seeing some fireworks myself.”

#####

Kate sat across from Robert at the table in his room. He loved having her at his beck and call. Any day now, he’d get her in that hospital bed and remind her of how good it had been between them.

Setting a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him, she speared a piece of melon on her own plate.

“The agents gave me some interesting information.”

Robert sat back with a grin. St. James must’ve shown up. It had taken some work, but he’d managed to get St. James out of that Mongolian prison in the nick of time.

“What? Tell me.”

“Cassandra’s long-lost boyfriend was dumped a mile from here. I don’t suppose you had anything to do with that?” She gave him knowing smirk.

He gave a feigned gasp. “Really? How is he?”

“Unconscious. Badly beaten. Malnourished.”

Robert took a sip of coffee. They’d done their job.

“That’s too bad.”

She stared at him, concern in her beautiful green eyes. “If he lives, he’ll come after you.”

“He’s already served his purpose.” Robert took a bite of his pancakes and swallowed them down. “I can handle anything from here.”

“They also said Mitchell got passed out drunk last night.”

Robert stilled, mouth agape.
Now that
was news. Mitchell Jacobs never lost control. Never showed weakness.

Well, other than Angela.

“Why?”

Swallowing down a bite of food, Kate shook her head. “I don’t know.”

He needed to strike now, while Mitchell remained weak. Something had happened. Something big. If Robert could find out what that was, he could finally bring him down.

“I need to get out of here, Kate. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Kate met his gaze. “I’ll help you.”

Robert had hoped she’d say that. He didn’t want to go through losing her again.

“You will?”

Rising from her chair, Kate went around the table and sat in Robert’s lap. His erection was immediate and rock hard.

“On two conditions.” Unbuttoning her blouse, Kate shrugged out of it to reveal a black bra of satin and lace.

Kate’s breasts had always turned him on. She hadn’t lost her appeal in the last twenty-five years.

Taking in his fill of her, Robert’s breath came in rapid spurts. “Anything.”

Trailing her tongue over Robert’s bottom lip, Kate toyed with his dry, hungry lips. Crushing his mouth to hers, he knocked the dishes to the ground and laid her back on the table.

“I want the gold, Bobby, or Jim’s money.” She gripped his bare manhood in her fist. “Or both. I’m tired of living poor.”

Groaning, Robert shut his eyes, willing his near climax to die.

“And Mitchell…” She wrapped her legs around Robert and took him deep inside her. “…I want you to make him pay.”

By day, award-winning author, Joni Hahn keeps her secret decoder ring hidden while she works as a mild-mannered HR manager and accounting generalist. She believes the world can never have too many superheroes, and anxiously waits for the call when one will need help saving the world… or getting into his costume. Joni was born with a hopelessly tender heart and believes there is nothing on earth more exhilarating than falling in love (other than the rear shot of Chris Evans in The Avengers - that was pretty darn exhilarating). A native Texan, she thinks cowboys are the epitome of masculinity, and that country music is the
other
soul music.

You can find Joni online at:
jonihahn.com
.

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“We need to get her into radiology for a CT scan.”

She hovered on her back, a brisk, cool breeze washing over her face and arms. Billowy, white clouds floated past her at a leisurely pace, the scent of antiseptic stinging her nose. She fluctuated between severe pain and peace, wincing when the former bombarded her with rugged persistence. Impatience and fear held her nerve endings captive, though why, she didn’t know.

A woman’s voice sounded near her ear. “We’re wait-“

“Doctor Brentwood...”

Another woman’s voice intruded, the swish of her clothing loud in the sudden silence. Her voice held a much higher pitch than the other, marked with a hint of alarm.

“According to the national database, this woman’s name is Jocelyn Chalmers. She was born in nineteen
twenty
.”

A faint gasp sounded in the room.

Was
she
Jocelyn Chalmers? Why couldn’t she remember?

Silence ensued.

“Obviously, that can’t be right,” the doctor said, his tone flustered. “Look at her. She’s got to be in her mid-twenties.”

Was she that age? Why didn’t she know?

Agitation shoved its way into the divide of her body, taking over peace altogether.

“Check again.” The man’s request sounded more like an order.

“I confirmed the information three times because I didn’t believe it myself. I even had Zach confirm for me.”

Clothing rustled above her head.

“What does that mean?” the other woman said.

The doctor’s warm breath washed over her face. “I don’t know...”

She heard him step away, his footsteps echoing in the distance. “Take her fingerprints again, just to be sure, then get her over to radiology.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Regardless of who she is, she needs our care. While you do that, I’m going to make a call.”