Dangerous by Jacquelyn Frank Read Free Book Online

came bounding back into the room, breathless enough to have run the entire way back and forth. He handed a nondescript black box she assumed was the med kit to Nash, who laid it on the ground and popped it open. Gordon stood with feet braced and arms across his chest as he watched his commander pull out a white chemical pack. Nash crushed it in one hand and shook it rapidly to combine the chemicals that would cause it to become instantly cold. Then he pushed it under her elevated thigh.
    â€œLet me know if that’s too cold. We can put a towel between the pack and your skin,” Nash said as he closed the kit.
    Flores had risen to her feet, but Nash remained kneeling beside her.
    â€œSo tell me something,” Nash asked thoughtfully. “Who is currently doing security for you? You have to have someone manning those cameras.” He paused. “You do have someone, don’t you?”
    â€œOf course. I have two private guards for the interim. Once you bring your people in here, all security becomes your domain. My only exceptions are the obvious. No cameras in my bedroom, private sitting room, or office. No personnel inside any of those places, even on rounds, when I’m not present at the manor. I deal with a lot of sensitive documentation and it’s out of the question when it comes to confidentiality. You can do whatever you like surveillance-wise along the boundaries of those rooms, but nothing that views the interiors through the windows or doors.
    â€œYou’ll also have to maintain surveillance on my offices at Candler International. That’s here, London, Japan, and Kuala Lumpur. I have permanent residences in all those cities except Kuala Lumpur, where I stay at a hotel, but I will give warning of travel at least two weeks in advance if I can at all manage it, and you can have parts of my schedule up to several months in advance if you consult with Carter—”
    â€œOkay, as to that,” Nash interrupted her with a staying hand, “I don’t want you planning your schedule beyond two weeks. Also, Spencer has your entire schedule on an unsecured smart phone. Anyone can take it and get your schedule in advance without even breaking a sweat.”
    Devon’s eyes went wide with surprise at that bit of information. She was shocked that Nash had already made such a pertinent discovery for her benefit when he hadn’t even accepted the job yet. It impressed and pleased her, confirming she’d made an excellent choice in him, for many reasons.
    â€œThat shouldn’t be,” she said with a frown. “Carter knows how finicky I am about securing all electronic devices. Specifically for this reason.” She began to tap her long nails against her thigh, realizing she was projecting her irritation, but not really caring. A feeling of chilled trepidation crept through her and she began to nibble on her bottom lip. She looked up into eyes of amber and found comfort in the fact that she could read his thoughts, and that they were following the same unthinkable path as hers. “Carter has been in my employ for a very long time,” she argued softly, knowing that it was an emotional excuse and not a logical one.
    â€œAnd yet, all of a sudden your enemies have incredibly detailed access to you that they shouldn’t have,” he reminded her gently, his hand resting over the top of her thigh in a dreadfully effective indication of her recent wound.
    â€œMorphates don’t work with humans, though. They detest them,” she said, reminding him of the powerful prejudices between species. Yet, she knew it wasn’t universally true, just as she knew why her enemies could never send a Morphate in to spy on her undercover . . . or even to covertly assassinate her.
    Because she was Morphate, Devon would have sensed one of her own kind instantly.
    But that wasn’t information she was about to impart to one of the few men in the world who knew how to