Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [1020]
And now, as they sat inside the dark cavern of an underground parking garage across the street from the FBI field office in New York City, Brock was still giving her orders from the backseat.
“Text me as soon as you’re past security.” At her nod, he went on. “Once you’re in your meeting with the agent, text me again. I want periodic text check-ins, no less than fifteen minutes apart or I’m coming in after you.”
Jenna huffed out an impatient sigh and shot him a look around the driver’s seat. “This isn’t a middle school dance. It’s a professional office meeting in a very public building. Unless something goes totally off the rails in there, I’ll text you when I get into the meeting and when it’s over.”
She could tell he was scowling behind his wraparound UV-blocking sunglasses. “If you won’t take this seriously, then I am going in with you.”
“I’m taking it very seriously,” she argued. “And as far as you walking into that government building? Please. You’re dripping with weapons and covered in head-to-toe black kevlar. You wouldn’t make it past the front door security—assuming the daylight didn’t fry you first.”
“Security wouldn’t be an issue. I would be nothing more than a cold breeze at the back of their necks as I passed through.”
Jenna barked out a laugh. “Okay, then what? You’re going to skulk in the hallway while I meet with Special Agent Cho?”
“I’ll do what it takes,” he answered, utterly serious. “This information-gathering exercise ultimately belongs to the Order. It’s our intel you’re going after. And I still don’t like the idea of you going in there alone.”
She pivoted away from him, stung somehow that he didn’t seem to see her as part of the Order, as well. She stared out the window at a flickering yellow light in the cavernous garage. “If you were so concerned I couldn’t handle this meeting by myself, maybe you should have let Renata come with me instead.”
He leaned forward, stripping off his shades and coming between the seats to take hold of her shoulders. His strong fingers grasped her firmly, his eyes blazing in a mix of deepest brown and fiery amber. But when he spoke, his voice was nothing but velvet. “I am concerned, Jenna. But not as much about the damned meeting as I am about you. Fuck the meeting. There’s nothing we can get out of there that’s even half as important to me as making sure you’re okay. Renata’s not here because if anyone’s gonna watch your back, it’s gonna be me.”
She grunted softly, smiling despite her aggravation with him. “You’d better be careful. You’re starting to sound an awful lot like a partner to me.”
She meant patrol partner, but the remark she’d intended as wry humor now hung between them full of dangerous innuendo. A heavy, unspoken tension filled the cramped space of the vehicle as Brock held her gaze. Finally, he heaved a dark curse and released his hold on her. His cheek pulsed as he stared in lengthening silence.
He sat back, withdrawing from the front of the Rover and settling once more into the shadows behind her.
“Just keep me informed, Jenna. Can you give me that much?”
She let out the breath she’d been holding and reached for the handle on the driver’s-side door of the vehicle. “I’ll text you from inside.”
Without waiting to hear his growled reply, she climbed out of the SUV and headed for the FBI field office across the street.
Special Agent Phillip Cho didn’t keep her waiting so much as five minutes in the eighteenth-floor reception area. Jenna had just fired off her text message to Brock when the clean-cut agent in a black suit and conservative tie emerged from his office to greet her. After declining a cup of stale afternoon coffee, she was led past a sea of cubicles to a conference room just