“DAMN it! He should have hauled Christina’s ass out of there as soon as the freaking boyfriend walked in. Fiancé. Whatever. “Abort,” he hissed, knowing they were too late. The jig was up. Any minute now, Brumley would pull out his cell phone and call the police. If they were lucky, he wouldn’t make a scene while he did it. “Well?” Brumley asked. His voice was calm and even; he could have been asking about the weather, for all the excitement he betrayed. “Darling?” “I know how to hand...le this,” she said, and Gabe realized with a jolt she was talking to him. God fucking dammit. She was putting herself in danger. Not disengaging. “Negative,” he clipped out. “Abort. Gavin, bring up the car. Tag, Alex, to me.” But as he closed in on her, Christina did the unthinkable. “My name is Christina,” she told him. She told him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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