The Spy Who Saved Christmas by Dana Marton Read Free Book Online Page B

info from the CD, you can send it over there for me. I’ll ask Ben to leave his laptop.”
    “Good work, Graham. Where are you?”
    He gave his location.
    “Okay. Take the next exit. Pull over at the back of the truck stop. What car do you have?”
    He gave make, model and license plate.
    “I’ll have someone there to pick up the evidence in an hour. And, hey, the Allen guy you were asking about was found. Apparently, he was shaken up and went out back for a smoke. Then he had a panic attack or some thing and passed out. He’s fine now. They let him go home.”
    He called Ben’s cell phone next to check up on them. The line was busy. He had call waiting, so he’d know Reid was trying to check in. If he couldn’t talk now, he’d call back later. And he remembered that he hadn’t called out for food before he’d left. They’d probably gotten hungry. Ben was probably ordering.
    He tossed the phone on the passenger seat and took the next exit. Once he’d pulled behind the truck stop, there was nothing to do but wait, which did little for his resolution to not think about Lara and the babies.
    Over the years, he’d talked himself into believing that she hadn’t meant any more to him than the others, that there hadn’t been anything special between them. The last couple of hours had blasted that nice, comfortable facade to hell.
    Dammit.
    He should have known all along. If she hadn’t been anyone special, he wouldn’t have broken all the rules and slept with her in the first place. If she didn’t mean more than the others, he could have forgotten her over the past two years. The truth was, he had little power to resist, and even less good judgment when it came to Lara Jordan.
    Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kissed her tonight in the safe house’s kitchen.
    Otherwise, he would now be thinking of nothing but the job, instead of wishing for impossible things.
    Getting distracted was the very best way to get both of them killed. He wouldn’t have it. They had a past. A past that had more to it than he’d thought. Zak and Nate.
    That had been a shock. He could have kids. At some point, he needed to sit down and think about the implications of that. His life was partially based on the assumption that he would never be a family man, never be a father. He was now. A father. To twins.
    Well, he was the worst person ever to attempt to raise kids. He’d never be around, for one. Two, his job was dangerous. What if someone figured out that he had a family? What if they decided to use his family to get to him?
    Having any kind of relationship in the future with Lara and the boys was out of the question. For their sake.
    He would help financially. Through a third party. Make sure the money couldn’t be traced. That was the best thing he could do. That was the safest thing he could do.
    Logic said he needed distance.
    A dull ache deep inside his chest said something else. He decided to ignore that ache.
    It wasn’t like he would miss them. The very thought was completely illogical. He barely knew Lara and he didn’t know the boys at all. You couldn’t miss people you didn’t know.
    The pickup car’s arrival interrupted his musings. The agent showed ID. Signed for the evidence. Bagged it properly.
    Then Reid was on his way back to the safe house. His mind swam with all the thoughts and questions he had regarding those kids. Lara and he needed to have a good, long talk about this.
    He picked up his phone to call Ben again to make sure that everything was okay, but it rang before he could dial.
    “Have you heard from Ben?” Adams asked.
    “I was just about to call him.”
    “He’s not answering his phone. Gunshots were reported in the neighborhood. Local law enforcement is on the way.”
    He closed the phone and tossed it on the passenger seat, stepped on the gas and shot down the highway, ignoring when horns blared all around him. The very thing he wanted to avoid the most—Lara and the boys in danger because of