Dying for You. BEVERLY BARTON

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      “Yes, sir. I’ll get the information I need from Daisy and take the first flight out—”

      “Take the Dundee jet. Have Daisy authorize the flight. I want this taken care of tonight.”

      “Do you want me to report in directly to you when the mission is accomplished?”

      “Yes. You have my home number. I don’t care what time it is.”

      “Yes, sir, I have your home number and your mobile number.”

      With a half-full glass of whiskey in his hand, Sawyer turned his back on Geoff and walked to the wall of windows that overlooked the town center, effectively dismissing his employee.

      LUCIE EVANS WAS the only person on earth who could drive him to drink. The last time he had gotten fall-on-his-face drunk, Lucie had been the cause. Sawyer stared at the bottle of Johnnie Walker on his desk, then down at the empty glass in his hand. He’d had enough, more than enough. He probably couldn’t walk a straight line and he sure as hell couldn’t drive himself home, but he was sober enough to feel guilty. Damn her for making him feel this way.

      He had sent her off on her latest assignment, as he had many times over the years, knowing full well that she’d hate every minute of it. But if he’d had any idea that Lawson would try to rape Lucie…He wanted five minutes alone with the guy. Five minutes. But he didn’t dare handle this himself. He might actually kill Lawson. No, better to allow an expert like Monday to put the fear of God into the scumbag who had attacked Lucie.

       She’s gone for good, now. You finally got what you’ve wanted ever since she followed you here to Atlanta and Ellen Denby hired her as a Dundee agent.

      When he had resigned from the FBI and Sam Dundee had offered him a job, he had believed he would be starting a new life, a Lucie Evans-free life. He’d been in California on an assignment when Ellen hired Lucie, otherwise he might have been able to dissuade her or perhaps convince Sam that Lucie wasn’t any more Dundee material than she’d been FBI material.

      “Why are you doing this?” he had asked her. “Why can’t you leave well enough alone and stay out of my life?”

      “Because I love you,” she’d told him. Straightforward and to the point. “And I believe that deep down under all the pain and guilt you feel, you still love me.”

      She’d been wrong. He didn’t love her. He had never loved her.

      Sawyer set the glass on his desk, flopped down in his leather chair and huffed out a deep, exasperated breath. He loosened his silk tie and undid the top button of his linen shirt.

      If he knew Lucie, she didn’t have a nest egg socked away for a rainy day. She lived in the moment. Always had. She was generous to her friends and a sucker for every sob story she heard. She gave away too much of her hard-earned money to charities she believed in, those for women, children and animals.

      He’d see to it that she received a generous bonus from Dundee’s. He could also shred her letter of resignation and have Daisy report that she was laid off, that way she could at least draw unemployment.

       You can do better than that. You can give her a glowing recommendation. Or he could make a phone call and get her a new job.

      “That’s it.” When he tried to snap his fingers, he realized he was drunker than he’d thought. He couldn’t seem to make his fingers cooperate.

      He picked up the interoffice phone and hit the office manager’s number. When she answered on the second ring, he said, “Daisy, look up Cara Bedell’s phone number for me. Her office number. She should still be there.”

      He waited while Daisy found the information he had requested. When she recited the number, he jotted it down quickly. After taking a steadying breath, he dialed Cara’s number. Her secretary answered.

      “This is Sawyer McNamara from the Dundee Agency. I’d like to speak to Ms. Bedell.”

      “Just a moment, sir.”

      A couple of minutes later, Cara came on the line. “Mr. McNamara, what can I do for you?”

      “You can tell your new security chief to hire one of my former employees.”

      “I take it that you didn’t fire this person, otherwise you’d hardly be recommending him to me.”

      “Her. It’s Lucie Evans. You remember Ms. Evans, don’t you?”

      “Yes, I remember her.”

      “Lucie needs a job. I thought perhaps as a favor to Dundee’s, you might consider hiring her.”

      “Fax her resume first thing in the morning. Send it directly to me and I’ll hand deliver it to Deke.”

      “Thank you.” He swallowed. “Just one more thing.”

      “Yes?”

      “I’d prefer that Ms. Evans not know that I had anything to do with her being offered the job.”

      “All right. I’ll have Deke fabricate a white lie to cover for you, if necessary.”

      “I’d appreciate that.”

      Sawyer hung up the receiver. There, that was done. Lucie had a job. She’d be moving two hours away, from Atlanta to Chattanooga. Two hours, twenty miles, a hundred miles or a thousand, it was all the same. It meant that, if he were lucky, he’d never have to see Lucie Evans again as long as he lived.

      TOMAS CASTILLO met privately with his friend, President Emilio Ortega, to discuss Cara Bedell’s upcoming visit to Ameca. He and Emilio had known each other for quite some time and he had contributed generously to his friend’s campaign for reelection against the opposition leader, Naldo Salazar. Salazar was a man of the people who wanted all kinds of ridiculous government reforms. Felipe Delgado, Tomas’s rival in the oil business, had campaigned for Salazar.

      “Ms. Bedell is set to arrive in San Luis in three weeks,” Emilio said. “I plan to host a dinner here at the palace for our American friend and hopefully your new business partner.”

      “I understand she has been invited to stay with Delgado and his family while she is here. Perhaps you should make a counteroffer. After all, if she refused the president’s request for her to stay at the palace…” Tomas smiled. “Ms. Bedell is unmarried, I believe. It would be my great pleasure to be her devoted servant while she is in my country.”

      Emilio laughed. “Ah, Tomas, you wicked devil. You intend to seduce the American senorita, no? She may have great respect for Delgado and like his ideas of returning a portion of the profits from any deal they make to the people of Ameca, but I would lay odds that once you romance Ms. Bedell, she will sing whatever tune you want to hear.”

      “Indeed. I admit that I do have a way with the ladies. But if Ms. Bedell can’t be charmed, then all is not lost. There is more than one means of persuasion, is there not?”

      “Enough.” Emilio held up a hand in a stop signal. “What other plans you may have, I do not want to know them.”

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