Chapters (49)
- “YOU’VE BEEN STUDYING ME, NARI?”
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Epilogue
- Teaser chapter
Angus walked inside as if he owned the place. All heads turned to him, and he ignored the stares, striding toward the receptionist, who was watching them all with wide blue eyes. She had to be around twenty years old and she kept fiddling with her pen. “Can I help you?” she whispered.
“Yes. I’d like to see Nari Zhang and Opal Clemonte,” he said, smiling at her.
Her gaze lifted to his left. “Um, I—”
“No way are you getting past me, Force,” Vaughn Ealy said, extricating himself from the pack of agents and leading with his chest. “This is your fault and we all know it. I suggest, strongly, that you get the hell out of here while you can still walk.”
Angus turned. “Listen, you piece of shit. You’ve caused more problems for Nari and the administrator than any shooter ever could. Tell me, do any of your buddies here know about your plan to get your ex on your team just to mess with her head?”
Vaughn barreled toward him.
Angus braced himself, more than ready for a fight. Itching for one, actually. Vaughn hit him first, and Angus turned, throwing him into a wall. Then Vaughn turned and charged again.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Four
Nari sat on the hard orange chair next to the hospital bed while Opal slept quietly after surgery, the beeps of the machines oddly comforting. The administrator lay in the bed, one arm out and connected to a saline solution. Bandages covered the upper part of her other arm. Even in a hospital bed, she had presence.
“Hello? Opal?” Nari’s father hurried into the room, his suit jacket over one arm. Panic sizzled in his dark eyes. “Opal?”
Nari relaxed back into the chair. She’d called Quan; he’d been on assignment in Texas. He’d asked her to stay with Opal until he could arrive from the airport. “She came through surgery fine, and they gave her a healthy dose of painkillers. She was shot in the arm and the surgeons had to extract the bullet.”
Quan moved closer to the bed, looking down. He reached out and patted Opal’s hand. “She’s going to be all right?”
“Yes,” Nari said. “The bullet nicked an artery, but we got the bleeding under control and the surgery was smooth.” She was so tired it was difficult to keep her eyes open, but she tried, so she could give Quan all the details. “Opal should be released tomorrow, and if she’s feeling all right, she can return to work whenever she wants. The bullet didn’t do much damage.”
Quan whirled on her, his black eyes sparking. “Didn’t do much damage? Are you kidding? The administrator of a secretive governmental branch was shot in a private club. The damage might be irreparable.”