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his
breathing slowing slightly as he squared his shoulders. He rose, glancing about
the room for a moment before turning to Dawson and putting a hand on his
shoulder. “Find my daughter and bring her back to me.” He leaned closer,
lowering his voice. “Do whatever it takes. I’ll clean up any mess you make.”
    Dawson allowed a slight
smile.
    “Understood.”
     
     

10

    2941 Restaurant
Falls
Church, Virginia
     
    “How the
hell did you do that?”
    Chris Leroux glanced down
at his lap, a carefully painted toe briefly visible before disappearing into
his pants. He dropped his napkin in his lap, nervously looking around at the
customers and staff of the rather upscale restaurant, before turning his attention
to his girlfriend sitting across from him in the booth.
    “Do what?” asked Sherrie
White coyly, a Cheshire grin on full display.
    He leaned forward,
lowering his voice, though not before stealing another look to see if their
after dinner games had been noticed. “Work a zipper with your toes!”
    “You like it.”
    “Of course, I like it. I
just don’t like the venue.”
    “Why?” Sherrie stopped
moving her foot and regarded the view from their corner booth. “It’s quite nice
here. Good food, good service, nice ambiance.” Leroux gave her a look. She
smiled. “Great table, tucked away where no one can see us.”
    Suddenly her special
request for this booth when she made the reservations made sense.
    She’s so bad!
    And he loved it.
    If there were one word to
describe him, it wouldn’t be bad. He was a nerd, geek, dork—whatever word the
kids were calling it these days. Extremely bright, sometimes awkward,
especially around women, he was not in Sherrie’s league—at least that’s what he
had been telling himself since they met.
    On the job.
    He was CIA, an analyst at
the time, now an Analyst Supervisor, she a junior agent sent in to seduce him,
to see if he would spill his secrets. He had barely passed the test, his
experience with women to that point nearly non-existent beyond websites Utah was
trying to ban.
    Sherrie had changed all
that.
    They had fallen in love,
moved in together, and he was a better man for it.
    And that was the key
word.
    Man.
    He had always felt like a
shy boy until her, and now he led a team of ten at CIA Headquarters and had an
incredibly beautiful and sexy CIA Agent with whom to share his life.
    His eyes widened.
    “Waiter.”
    “Well, maybe he can see us.”
    “No, I mean waiter! ”
    Her foot darted from his
crotch.
    “Anything for dessert?”
    Sherrie smiled at him. “I
think I’ve got that covered.”
    Leroux flushed. “Umm, no
thanks, just the bill.”
    “Very well, sir.”
    The waiter walked away,
Sherrie’s foot darting back into his lap.
    “You’re terrible.”
    “I know.”
    “You realize I have to
stand and walk out of this place.”
    Her foot moved a little faster,
a grin on her face.
    “Please!” he hissed.
    She stopped. “You’re no
fun.”
    “You’re too much fun. And
why are you so damned frisky?”
    “I’ve got an assignment
tomorrow, you know that. I’m heading to Seoul for some preliminary security
screening before the Secretary of State arrives for the G20 follow up.”
    “Yeah, well save it for
the bedroom.”
    She leaned forward,
running her foot up his leg. “Baby, you’re in for a jolly good rogering long
before we make it to the bedroom.”
    Leroux gulped. “Just what
the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    “It means we’re taking
advantage of those tinted windows when we get to the parking lot.”
    Her foot dropped to the
floor as the waiter appeared, placing the bill holder on the table. “Whenever
you’re ready.”
    “Just a sec.” Leroux fumbled
for his wallet, trying not to reveal his exposed nether regions, leaning
forward awkwardly as he removed his credit card. The waiter handed him the
machine and he pushed his Visa in the slot.
    Sherrie tried to force
her foot into his own slot and he shut her down,