Free Around the World in 80 Men Boxed Set 31-35 by Rebecca Ratliff Page B

knew he'd just landed a huge contract with a new
hospital in Edinburgh. Construction was to begin in less than a week,
and nobody had heard from the man in charge.
    Finlay
couldn't answer when he'd be back, nor did he tell his Irish friend
where he'd gone or why. Sean would be on the next flight out of
Dublin, and Finlay knew it. He hated lying to him, but he couldn't
risk it. Sean was capable of handling his crew, and he didn't need
the stress. He would tell him. Eventually.
    “ Look
what the mothafuckin' bat dragged in!” Angel had taken the
elevator back upstairs to grab one of the bags of chips, and both of
the men reached the hotel door at the same time.
    “ I've
got te go, mate.” Finlay didn't leave another opportunity for
Angel to speak and blow his cover. He hung up on Sean, and turned his
attention to Angel. “Not in the mood.” Finlay had also
enjoyed a liquid lunch after his conversation with Mendez, and
Tanner.
    “ Aren't
we just a grumpy boy today?” Angel opened the door and walked
in front of Finlay to go inside first. Angel waited for Finlay to
come in, and made sure the door was shut behind him. “What's
the matter, Boo Boo?”
    Finlay
walked through the room, ignoring Angel like a gnat flying around his
head. He'd spent half the morning feeling angry and disappointed with
himself for not stopping Carlos. He never should have put the job in
someone else's hands, and when it came down to it, he had to do it
again. This time, it was Tanner; someone who had been in Costa Rica
the whole time. The last thing he wanted was advice from
Angel. “Leave me alone. Please?” Angel followed him to
the couch and sat down next to him. He sat in silence, but his
presence was overwhelming. “Look, I don' want te talk.”
    “ Oh
hell!” Angel waved a hand in front of his face dramatically,
wafting Finlay's breath away from his direction. “That's right,
Boo, don't talk. My nostril hairs just shriveled up and ran down my
throat. How much did you drink?”
    Finlay
sighed loudly and leaned his back against the couch, then reached
into his pant's pocket. “Give this te Morgan, will ye?”
He had done a little shopping after the bar, to find something nice
for Morgan. He wasn't good with gifts though, and he didn't want to
interrupt a good time that she so much deserved at the moment, so
Angel giving it to her sounded like a better idea.
    “ I
ain't your mothafuckin' delivery man. You go give it to her.”
Angel bent down and pulled something from Morgan's bag.
    Finlay
shoved the gift back into his pocket and stood. He wanted to lash
out, to tell Angel to go to hell. He was glad he didn't, because in
his hand were a pair of white ankle socks and Morgan's tennis shoes.
Obviously, he could clearly see, Angel was taking great care of
Morgan, and losing his temper on her best friend would have been
terrible.
    “Aye,”
Finlay sighed and closed his eyes, “I will.”

    *****

    Tanner
and Anthony had spent more than three hours in the thick brush along
the road going out of town. It was hot, but the clouds threatened
with a storm that they were sure to get stuck in if they continued to
descend the hill they were currently on. Anthony was almost out of
ideas since he knew the area so well, but Tanner wasn't close to
moving on. “We can go to the bottom of this ridge, but there
are only rocks and a stream down there.” Anthony pointed
downward, then looked up at the darkening sky. “I think we
should call in some help.” Anthony wanted nothing more than to
find, Carlos, but he truly didn't think that the two of them were
going to get too far. Tanner was about to argue when a flash of
lightening lit above them, and the deafening crack followed. The men
looked up together, to see the storm clouds above, and caught sight
of something up the hill. “Who the..?”
    “We've
met?” Mendez was on the hill, looking down at the men to make
sure he was right about who Anthony was. They never heard anyone,
and they both just