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job. So, I’ll do what I can. I have some buddies in DC. Let me see what I can dig up. Send me the info and I’ll be in touch.”
    “You’ll have a secure e-mail soon.”
    “Don’t do anything stupid.”
    I laugh and brush the hair off Charlie’s neck. “I never do.”
    “Right. Gotta run. I swear this kid only takes a crap when his mother is gone.”
    Liam disconnects the line right as the driver opens the door. I hoist Charlie into my arms. She’s so light, I wonder if she ever eats. She curls into my chest, and rubs her cheek against my shirt as I hold her tight. She’s calm, docile, and sweet, which will only last until she wakes up. A part of me wishes she’d stay like this instead of turning into the hostile jungle cat that tries to claw my eyes out.
    Then I remember the way the waiter hovered. The way he was so attentive to her and how she really didn’t drink enough to make her pass out.
    I get her and all our gear loaded on the plane. There’s a small bedroom in the back; I debate whether I should strip her out of her dress, but she’ll probably knee me in the balls.
    “Ready to go, Mr. Dixon?” the pilot asks.
    “Yeah, just get in the air and then I’ll let you know where to,” I command.
    He nods and heads out. I leave Charlie dressed in her gown and sit on the bed next to her. She’s so fucking beautiful, but there’s more than that. She’s smart, funny, and can obviously handle herself. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. She’s right that being together while doing this is a dumb idea, but I’ve never claimed to be all that bright.
    Once we’re airborne, I give the pilot instructions, then head back to the bedroom. I lie back, pull her in my arms and close my eyes.
    “Where the hell are you taking me?” Charlie’s unhappy voice wakes me. She’s pointing a knife in my face. Well, that’s one way to wake up.
    “Good morning, princess.”
    “Fuck you. Why am I in the air and still in the dress I was wearing last night?”
    “Anyone ever tell you that you curse a lot?”
    She glares.
    “You have less than a second to explain.” She shifts and I wonder if she would really stab me. Yeah, she would.
    “You were drugged.”
    “What? No. I couldn’t!” She presses the heel of her hand to her temple after getting a little too loud. “Ugh!”
    “Headache?” I ask. I’m sure she’s been drugged before in training; she knows how it feels.
    “How? Who?”
    “I knew it! Son of a bitch! The waiter, did you get a good look?” I ask as she walks the floor.
    “The waiter?” Her brow furrows as she shakes her head. “How am I okay right now?”
    “I gave you an IV when we got in the air. Just one bag of fluid to flush your system. There was no way you would go from sober to that drunk just from champagne.”
    “I don’t remember much. Shit! How did I not notice?” She throws the knife and it impales the wall.
    “That’ll cost me,” I mutter offhandedly.
    “How could I be so stupid?” she asks more to herself than anything. “You!” She turns to me. “You do this to me! You mess with my head and then I suck at my damn job. It’s you!” Her eyes close as her hands fly to her temples.
    “Sure, blame the guy. That’s new.” I smirk, and lean back against the headboard. I’m beat. I start to catalogue everything in my mind, replay it. It couldn’t have been the same two guys who followed us before—I would recognize them. So, either it’s new people, or it’s the agency watching her. However, it wouldn’t make sense for them to drug her.
    “My head,” she groans before flopping onto the pillow.
    “We’ll figure it out. I’ve got someone looking into it and he’ll turn something up.”
    She sits up, placing her head in her hands before she turns to me. “You’ll never find anything if they’re after me. These people aren’t small time, Mark. To go after an operative isn’t a child’s mission. They’re skilled and more than willing to do