Chapter 25 – Harrison
Three days later
Dragging myself into the office after yet another sleepless night, I kept my sunglasses on to temper the glaring light. My head pounded like a motherfucker.
“You look like shit,” Callahan, my boss, A.K.A. Dirty Harry said, as I slumped into the chair across from his desk.
“Yeah,” agreed Savage.
“Since when is this a fucking beauty pageant? You called me to come in to the office today, and here I am. Who gives a fuck what I look like?”
My boss cleared his throat. “Have you been binge drinking again? He leaned forward in his chair, his hands clasped on the papers in front of him. He peered over the glasses that had slipped forward off the bridge of his nose. “I thought you gave that shit up when you got mixed up with Eva.”
Dirty Harry was getting old. I’d never noticed it before today.
“Ahhh, does a leopard ever change his spots? That’s the real question, huh?” Sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, but I didn’t care. I was at such a down point that it was all I could muster. The fucker had no idea what it felt like to lose your woman. He’d been happily married for more than twenty years—what would he know about my life?
“Seems you always revert back to booze when something goes wrong,” Savage accused me. Christ. Usually he was on my side, but clearly that wasn’t the case today.
Dirty Harry lifted a brow and gave me a hard, penetrating look. “Well, guess what? You’re going to have to clean up your act. The two of you have been sent on a special mission to Afghanistan. You leave in four hours. Get your shit together, and be ready to ship out as instructed.”
I drew in a sharp breath. It hurt my fucking head even more. Ripping off my sunglasses, I jumped to my feet and grabbed the papers he was holding out of his hands.
“Let me see that. Who the fuck gave these orders?” This shit was the last fucking thing I needed. My gaze ran over the signatures. All the right ones were there. Some secret fucking mission I was supposed to feel honored being chosen for.
“What’s your problem, man? Didn’t you say a few months ago that you wanted to go kick some ass? This is your chance . . . our chance.” Savage looked at me, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe that I wasn’t overjoyed.
I groaned. “That was a long time ago. Now I have other things weighing on my mind.”
“Christ, Harrison, you can’t let one pussy get you going all fucking soft. You’re the best man for this mission. That’s why you and Savage have been requested.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Yeah? Why now? This sounds like a crock of shit to me.”
Callahan sighed heavily. “There you go again. You and your conspiracy theories. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you have such an unfathomable fucking death wish, and you’re the only fucker who doesn’t care if he gets blown up on a mission as long as you stop the bad guys. Maybe that’s why they chose you. You’re like a fucking cat with nine lives.”
I smirked. “What if I don’t want to go? What if I’ve had enough of those kinds of missions? The ones where I never know if I’m going to get out of it alive?”
Savage narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized my face. “I don’t fucking believe it. You—”
“What?” I snarled.
“You poor fucker. You’ve fallen for the girl. It’s not just her pussy you’re after, you’ve actually gone and fallen in love with her.”
“Don’t be fucking ridiculous. We’re not speaking and I don’t even know where the hell she is. It has nothing to do with love.”
“Fuck me. In all the years I’ve known you, all the years you’ve worked for me, you’ve been a stubborn pain in the fucking ass. I never imagined I’d see the day when Harrison fucking Summers fell in love and wanted to turn down a job like this—the kind he used to breathe for.”
I held up my hand. “Guys. Stop talking shit. There is nothing between us. She’ll probably end up as the fucking senator’s wife soon, so stop carrying on about shit you know nothing about.”
“You never told me she broke it off with you.” Savage folded his arms across his chest and gave me the narrowed-eyed look of superiority.
“Maybe because it’s none of your fucking damn business.”
“Still doesn’t mean you haven’t fallen for her. I know the signs, buddy; you can’t fool me.”
I’d had enough. “Savage. Get the fuck off my back about this. I saw how you were eye-fucking Jessica.”
My partner’s jaw locked as he went pale. Yeah, just as I’d thought. He was still soft on the blonde after all these years. Savage needed the fucking diversion.
I smirked at him. “Have you packed your bags yet? Seems we’re flying outta here in a few short hours.” My mind warred against itself. As much as I didn’t want to leave, what did I have to lose? “Maybe it’s the best thing that could’ve happened to me right now. Maybe I need some fucking action to clear this fucked up brain of mine.”
“Ahhh, so you are admitting—”
I completely lost my shit. “Dude, shut the fuck up. Save your smartass for the mission,” I snarled with a raised voice.
But as always, Savage didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. “Yeah, seems like this time I’ll have to keep you alive. I think you’ve run out of luck and used up all nine lives already. Too bad.”
Too bad?
Yeah, maybe dying was better than this misery I was living through. Maybe death would be a relief, and my tormented fucking soul could finally get some rest.
Maybe this mission was exactly what I needed. It was one way to stop thinking about Eva if I were six foot under.
Chapter 26 — Eva
With a sharp click I locked the door behind me, but it was only when I turned around that I sensed that someone was in the apartment. Usually Miu-miu waited for me at the entrance and greeted me with a friendly bark and wagging tail when I got back from a night out. I hadn’t felt like going out, but the girls had nagged me, saying I couldn’t stay home on a Saturday night moping over a man.
My heart pounded in my chest as I called to the dog. She barked excitedly but didn’t come to me. “Baby, where are you?”
With my hand on my throat, I rounded the corner to the lounge.
“Nolan!”
My heart raced as I took him in, leaning against the wall in the semi-darkened room, Miu-miu tucked under his arm and wagging her tail. The half-smile on his lips was a cross between a snarl and smirk. It was the look he wore when he was really pissed off.
“You scared me.” I gasped. “What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?”
His tie was undone, dangling around his neck, and his shirtsleeves rolled up. He didn’t look the part of the immaculate senator I was used to. Ice cubes clinked against crystal as he slammed a glass down on the table. I jumped at the aggressiveness of his action. He reeked of alcohol as wafts of his breath floated toward me.
“Darling, see what a mess I am? It's all your fault. Now you’ve sold our place—” He pointed his index finger at me while gripping the bourbon bottle tightly with the others. I moved toward him to grab the dog, but he took a step backward so I couldn’t reach her.
Bristling, I pushed my chin forward. “My place. I had it before you moved in, remember?” I scowled. Tired from the night out, I just wanted to get my dog away from him and get into bed. Within a day I’d be gone from the apartment for good, and I couldn’t wait to start fresh.
“You haven’t answered my question.” I huffed with my hands on my hips. “And put Miu-miu down. Now.”
He ignored my demand to free the dog. Instead he gave me a cheesy grin as he dangled keys in front of me. “I got them from the real estate agent.”
“What? How?”
Like the smart woman I was, I’d changed all the locks after I’d kicked Nolan out.