Chapter 93: Nolan

Friday. Safe House, Huntington Terrace, MD.

NOLAN TWIRLED THE PEN between his fingers while the hold music continued to play. The last thing he wanted to be doing was his job as the team's Communication Officer. Coordinating bullshit was tedious when Yvonne sat across the room.

She was still staring into space. Her color wasn't right. He hated the sight of the bandage on her arm and knowing how close she'd come to getting seriously hurt.

And for what?

To avoid the spotlight for the sake of stock prices or some other bullshit?

If he could scoop her up and walk out of here, he just might do it. But Yvonne had a plan, and damn it, he'd said he was going to trust her. Now he had to prove it. Whatever secrets she was keeping, he'd get them out of her, eventually.

Somewhere in the last two days he'd changed his tune completely. They'd gone from barely being able to stand each other to something more. Now that he had a chance to do this right, he wasn't going to allow anything