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Me: Anything?
Daisy Jonas
A little something
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My gaze cuts to the bathroom door, which will likely open any minute. I don’t know what I’m expecting—or why I’m still on edge. The sex should have burned through the worst of it, but my pulse is still elevated.
Syd’s fantastic. That’s the problem.
She has a history. Made a questionable choice. But the way she responded when I pressed her—no defensiveness, offered the FBI agent’s business card without hesitation. She’s not hiding anything. Right?
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Christ. Maybe Daisy’s right. Maybe I just took my suspicions out on her because I’m terrified of what I’m feeling. Freaking out because in my gut I know I’m going to ask her to fly back with me to San Francisco, and then I’ll ask her to move in with me, and then seven years will pass and I’ll be planning another engagement party.
The thought should scare me. Instead, it makes me want to lock the bathroom door and keep her here.
Why hasn’t Daisy responded?
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Me
???
Daisy Jonas
Details incoming. Busted cover. Brought back stateside for her safety. Operative career over. Just like that.
Me
Source?
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ARGUS can’t access case files.
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Me
What did you hack?
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The fucking Pentagon?
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Daisy Jonas
Friend of a friend
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