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“Why don’t you call Captain Hubbard while I make brunch?”She turned him around and swatted his ass.Mike loved this playful side of Kam.
His conversation with Captain Hubbard was relatively brief since he’d only taken command in early April and so much had happened in the past six weeks.“Hey, Kam,” Mike called as he left the study after speaking with Captain Hubbard.She’d been working hard in just those few minutes.An entire spread was starting to form on the island.
“What did you find out?”She asked as she carefully set poached eggs on top of ham-covered English muffins.
“He’s going to have to ask Admiral Maddox on Monday.Sorry it’ll have to wait.”
Kam smiled at him over her shoulder.“I’m not.I’m technically on administrative leave until Monday.Had those men been identified, I’d have paperwork to do.”She poured some kind of yellow sauce over top the eggs.“Instead, I can do you as often as we wish until I have to be at work Monday morning.”
He kissed her, bending her over backward.“I like the way you think.”
The rest of the weekend was a repeat of Saturday morning.Sex.Food.Sleep.Not necessarily in that order.After sex in Mike’s huge shower, they’d moved to his bed.This was where he wanted Kam.His house.His shower.His bed.He was more than happy to share it with her because she made him happy.For the first time ever, a woman got him.
Around seven Sunday evening, Mike was surprised when Captain Hubbard called.“Sorry to disturb you but I thought you’d like to know right away.Vice Admiral Maddox and I got called in, so I showed him the pictures you sent me.They were both SEALs that were kicked out soon after Vice Admiral Maddox arrived in Coronado.They were running buddies and into some really bad shit.They spent six months in the brig and got bad conduct discharges.”He gave Mike their names.“Hope that helps Kam.I have to admit, I’m impressed she took them both down.Unless these guys got really sloppy after spending time in jail and whatever the hell they’re doing as civilians, she’s one hell of a shot.Clever too, to get the drop on to special operators who worked together for years.”
Mike was proud of her.“I’ll be sure to tell her.Thank you, sir.”
“This worries me at how embedded this whole human sex trafficking is with the SEAL community.This is exactly the kind of thing we fight all over the world, and now we discover it literally in our own backyard.”Someone behind the captain called him.“Sorry.I’ve got to go.I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mike handed Kam the notes he’d taken during his conversation with the captain.“It’s confirmed.You shot two former SEALs.From the sound of it, though, they were dirtbags.”
“Thanks.”Kam put the information with her computer then gave him a quick kiss.“I’ll deal with this tomorrow.Our weekend isn’t over, yet.”
Mike grabbed her and pulled her to him.“Is that code that it’s time to go back to bed?”
She wound her arms around his neck.“Are you trying to convince me with orgasms that I need to stay here?Because if you are, it’s working.”
Mike didn’t care how he convinced her, just as long as she didn’t leave.Ever.
Chapter17
The feminist partof Kam was irked that Mike had followed her all the way to her building and watched from the parking lot until she was safely inside.The realistic federal agent whose house had been invaded less than forty-eight hours before was glad for the backup.The woman inside her was thankful that he cared that much about her to ensure her safety.
When Kam turned down the hallway to the offices, she wanted to turn around and go back to bed with Mike.There was a line waiting to see her and she had to prepare a brief for the chief.
“Clara, is the conference room available?”Kam asked her administrative assistant.
“Yes.I had it blocked for the whole day because I didn’t know what time you were briefing the chief.”The woman in her late twenties was extremely efficient.
“You’re the best!I’ll be working from the conference room all day.”Kam looked at the line.“Give me five minutes with Clara.Is anybody here with information not related to the dollhouse?”
Her partner chuckled.“Is that what we’re now calling the sex house in Los Angeles?”
“It’s an accurate description.Wait ’til you see the pictures we’ve got from inside,” one of her agents announced.
“Works for me.”Kam stepped into her office and swept her gaze over her desk.She grabbed a couple notes before heading to the conference room, Clara right behind her.
Fortunately, there were only a few administrative items that Kam needed to take care of before she dove hip-deep into the dollhouse.When the door opened, Jeremy, Noellyn, the surveillance team leader, and the spec ops team leader entered and took seats.
“Noellyn, what did you find out about the two guys I shot this weekend?”At the gasps from the table, obviously, the rumor mill hadn’t made its rounds that morning.
Before speculation ran rampant, Kam needed to set the record straight.“Short version: we believe Big Daddy sent two former Navy SEALs to my apartment to send me a message; ‘back off or die’ was spray-painted in red above my headboard.They trashed my whole place.I snuck in and killed them.”That was about as concise as she could get.She pointed to Noellyn.“Go.”
“Your two thugs are roommates in a high-end two-bedroom apartment.I’m still working my way through shell corporations to find out who is paying the rent because Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber certainly aren’t.They don’t seem to have any form of income, yet they drive brand-new, bulletproof SUVs that are made by the same company who provides them to us, the FBI, and any other alphabet agency who thinks they need big bad transportation.I’m still digging to find the real owners.Whoever set up this organization knows how we work.But I’ll find them.”
Noellyn smiled across the table at Agent Chadwick.“You have pictures of their SUVs driving into the dollhouse directly tying them with Big Daddy.”
“Keep digging.”Kam looked at Jeremy.“You’re up.”
