Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
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- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
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- Fifty-four
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- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
- Sixty-two
- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
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- Dedication
‘It’s not that unusual. Some new officers like to take analysts out with them. Wouldn’t ever be to a dangerous situation, though, health and safety would have a fit.’ He looked towards the door again, finger tapping on his leg. ‘Besides, Bremer is probably just flexing his muscles and showing who’s boss, that’s all.’ He turned back to Baz and smiled, but stopped when he saw it wasn’t returned. ‘Anyway,’ he stood, stretching his back as he did, ‘best get back to my drink. Nothing worse than lukewarm beer.’ He offered an apologetic smile to Carla and she gave him a quick shake of the head to tell him it was OK.
As he walked off she wished he’d stayed long enough to ask about the letter Eve had received, but then probably better not to while Baz was around. She looked over at her fiancé and took his hand.
‘I’ll be fine. Nothing is going to happen to me.’
He squeezed it and put his other hand on her thigh. ‘OK. But don’t let this Bremer bloke wheel you around like a trophy.’
Carla burst out laughing. ‘A what?’
‘Come on. Gorgeous civvy? Thames Valley’s answer to Marilyn Monroe? No wonder he wants you on his arm.’
She stopped laughing. ‘I think he wanted me there for my professional opinion.’
Baz shrugged and she couldn’t believe he was so annoyed.
‘All I’m saying is, don’t let him take the piss.’
Carla took his chin with one hand and turned him to face her. Leaning over, she gave him a long hard kiss and by the time she pulled back, she could see he’d relaxed.
‘I promise never to be a pin-up for anyone but you.’
Baz ran his hand further up her thigh, his eyes holding hers. ‘Let’s get out of here, shall we? That baby isn’t going to make itself.’
Carla kept the smile on her face despite the lurch in her stomach. She downed her drink and picked up her bag. ‘Come on then. I’m dying for a fag anyway.’
Baz followed her across the terrace. ‘You should write romance novels, you know that?’
Carla paused at the door and looked back to Gerry’s table. Empty, both drinks gone. Damn it. Now she’d never know who he’d been meeting.
‘You think he’s having it off with someone?’
Did she?
‘Man must have balls of steel if he’s going to cheat on the ice queen, though,’ he added.
She gave a little laugh. ‘Yeah, he probably isn’t. He loves her.’
Baz put his arm round her and pulled her in for a hug. ‘You’re such an old romantic – that’s why I love you.’ He leaned down and gave her a kiss. ‘Don’t stress it. Gerry’s as loyal as they come. He’ll just have been meeting an old mate like he said.’