Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(82)

They went still because he’d planted a bug on Becca’s handbag so they could hear the meeting.

“I like her suit,” an unfamiliar voice said. “It’s fitting somehow.”

“I was thinking it was a bit dour,” Becca replied.

“I don’t know. It kind of fits with the whole colonel-in-chief thing.” He could practically hear the shrug in the woman’s voice. “The British are an odd lot. Of course where I originally come from the politics are even weirder and much more deadly. Our president is practically a king, so I think it’s good to be Canadian. Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I’m a klutz.”

“I’m all right,” Becca said. “No harm done.”

He wanted to see what was going on.

Robert held out a hand. “She’s fine. The other woman stumbled a little. She’s in incredibly high heels.”

“We have another problem,” Jax said. “I didn’t catch him when he came in. I’m sorry. This place is huge and there are a ton of cameras to watch. He’s a tenacious asshole.”

Fuck. Green was here. He’d known it would happen and he still wasn’t ready for it. His first instinct was to haul Becca into his arms and run with her.

“Green?” Robert asked.

He could hear the woman Becca had been talking to wish her a good day.

“No, and there’s a reason for that,” Jax said. “Ezra was informed a couple of minutes ago that Green is at CSIS.”

Canadian Security Intelligence Service, the closest thing Canada had to the CIA. Was he checking in or something more nefarious?

“Carter?” Becca sounded surprised.

It appeared the whistle-blower had shown up, and it wasn’t at all who they’d expected. Carter Adams was here, and it looked like he had something to say. Well, there was a reason he’d been following her all week.

Owen started to go out, to help her. He wasn’t leaving her alone with a man who obviously had an ax to grind.

Robert held out a hand.

And then Carter said something that had Owen standing still, his whole soul in complete shock.





“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I’m a klutz.” The pretty woman with the long black hair who’d teased her about the difference between Canadian and Chinese politics had bumped into her, and naturally she’d dropped her bag.

The lady in the insanely high heels knelt down, grabbing the bag before everything could fall out of it. Becca only had to reach for her keys and the protein bar she kept around but never quite convinced herself to eat.

The woman handed her back the bag and wished her a nice day before walking off.

She was alone again. Owen was wandering around somewhere, and she was waiting here like a spy or something. Was he right? Owen thought this was pretty crazy, but she couldn’t let it go. She couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was wrong.

Except for the night when Owen had made her feel like a sex goddess. She’d learned that even incredibly awkward positions could be made superhot when she found the right partner.

Her backside still ached from where he’d spanked her. After she’d lost the plug, he’d started everything over again, though the second time he’d taken her to the shower. He’d cleaned her up and then proceeded to get her dirty as hell all over again.

She was going to let him do it. She was going to let him have her in a way no one else had and she was shocked that it was something she was looking forward to.

She glanced around. Was she going to stand here all afternoon? She needed to be back at the office, writing up the latest round of test results, but no she was here playing the spy because she couldn’t let it go. It was something she needed to deal with because her control issues were becoming a problem.

And she’d recently discovered that giving up control could be a good thing.

Another ten minutes and she would go find Owen and put this all firmly in his hands. She would go back to work and wait for him to figure this thing out.

She glanced over at the stairs and wished she’d come here for the right reasons. The place was incredible, and she would love to learn more about the history of it. Next week she was taking the whole weekend off and she was going to explore this city with her new boyfriend.

A familiar face came into view.

What the hell was Carter doing here? She felt her eyes widen at the sight of him as she settled her tote back over her shoulder. Now she realized her crappy choice of accessories wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her today. Carter was here. He’d obviously come straight from work. He was in his normal uniform of pressed slacks, a button-down he’d buttoned up, and shiny loafers. She’d avoided him all week, but it looked like she couldn’t now. He looked up and down the hall and his stare found hers. He turned and there was no doubt in her mind that he wasn’t surprised to see her.

“You sent the message.” She tried to wrap her head around any other explanation for why he was here. He didn’t have anything to do with accounting and he could easily have dropped all the drama and had this conversation with her anywhere else. They lived in the same building. No one would have listened in on them there.

“I didn’t send you anything.” He stared at her, his arms crossed over his chest. “But I did need to talk to you away from the office. I’ve been trying to have this conversation for a solid week, but you’re always with that ape-man boyfriend of yours. I decided this place is crowded enough to risk it. I doubt that asshole will try anything in public. One of the interns overheard you talking about being here this afternoon.”