âDid I misread what I saw? Was it all in my imagination?â
Lie to her. That was all he needed to do. One tiny lie, let her down easy, and this crisis was averted. Moments passed. It was his tactical advantage and he knew he should take it.
But looking into her precious brown eyes, her sweet face, he couldnât do it. âNo. You didnât imagine it.â
She took a step closer. He took a step back.
âWhy, Derek?â Her question was barely more than a whisper. âWhy have you stayed away from me all this time? Youâve had to know I wanted to be with you.â
âMolly, our worlds donât mix. Iâm not the right person for you.â
âDonât you think I should get to be the judge of that?â
To my grandparents: Mittie and Quinton King, as you celebrate your 70th(!!!) wedding anniversary this very month. All the romantic stories Iâll ever write will never compare to the true love youâve lived in a lifetime together. Youâve taught me that marriage is 80% adoration and 20% exasperation, but no matter what, it is always filled with respect. Thank you for being a living example of what love is to your children, your grandchildren and your great-grandchildren.
Your legacy is many things, but most important, it is love.
Chapter One
Pinned down behind his car with someone shooting at him from across the street was not how Omega Sector agent Derek Waterman had planned to spend his afternoon. He wasnât exactly sure how he had planned to spend his afternoon, but this was definitely not it.
Derek slid closer to the ground as a bullet whizzed past his head and shattered the concrete behind him.
Whoa. Too close.
The saving grace in this situation was at least the entire block was empty of any innocent bystanders. No upstanding citizen had much reason to be in this section of West Philly. The less upstanding citizens had exited when Derek and his team had shown up, obviously law enforcement, and the shooting had started.
âUh, what exactly was the intel you got on this place again, Derek?â Jon Hatton asked from where he was also pinned down a few feet away. Although highly trained in weapons and combat as all Omega Sectorâs Critical Response agents were, Jon was primarily a behavior analyst in the Crisis Management Unit.
âWhatâs the matter? You having problems remembering how to use your weapon, Jon? Too much analyzing, not enough action in your life?â Liam Goetz, the other team member, smacked his gum and grinned. As a member of Omegaâs Hostage Rescue team, no one ever asked Liam if he remembered how to use a weapon. Liam had pretty much been born with one in his hand.
âIâm just asking to see if there is any sort of plan here besides hide behind the car until the bad guys run out of ammo,â Jon responded. âWhich, at the rate theyâre shooting, should be sometime next week.â
True, the number of shots being fired at them seemed to be dwindling. The people in the building obviously werenât trying to kill Derek and his team, just keep them pinned. But damned if this entire situation wasnât starting to piss Derek off.
The empty apartment building across the street gave the enemy the tactical advantage. That advantage wasnât something Derek, as the lead tactical team specialist of Omegaâs SWAT generally gave up.
But the intel theyâd received on this location had required an immediate response. Time for tactical analysis hadnât been available. Thus, the taking cover behind their SUV as the bullets flew by their heads.
Derek had moved in on this location so quickly because it had been the first substantial lead pertaining to a terrorist attack on Chicago two weeks earlier. A bombing that had killed or injured over five hundred people.
None of the leads Omega had followed up on until nowâand there had been hundreds of themâhad provided any useful intel. Each location had been totally cold.
Another bullet flew by. This location definitely wasnât cold.
âAll right, to hell with this.â Derek looked over at Liam. âJon and I will lay down cover-fire. You head around to the back of the building.â
Liam was grinning like an idiot. He loved this sort of thing, danger be damned. âNow youâre talking.â