Chapter Eighteen
Daniel listened to the phone ring in his ear while ignoring the pile on his desk. It had actually lowered over the last week, just not as much as it needed to.
All week Daniel had fought against two conflicting agendas: the tide on his desk and finding a moment to actually see Alice. To discover what might lay past those kisses of hers that were so much richer than the best apple cider fresh off the press. Through the calendar’s nightly treats of a candy on an elastic bracelet to a tiny chocolate bar and a half dozen other variations, he’d only managed to spend time with Dr. Alice Thompson on the phone.
He’d seen Henderson twice and Beale three times as they continued testing the possible scenarios for infiltrating a heavily militarized, paranoid country not once but twice tw……
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