In Too Deep

Chapter 8

I lean against the doorframe and watch Taylor work on her laptop. She has a tiny crease in between her brows and chews on the end of a pen with enthusiasm. It’s more than a little distracting. She looks so absorbed that I don’t want to startle her. I clear my throat, signaling my presence. Her eyes dart up to mine, and the pen falls from her open mouth.

I step inside the room and she watches me with rapt attention. “I was going to come in here to work today, if you don’t mind.”

“Fine with me,” she chokes out.

“My office is next to McAllister’s and he’s been bugging the shit out of me lately.”

She coughs loudly, covering up a laugh. So she finds my reaction to McAllister funny? Everything about her so far has been unexpected. I smile at her, and when I do, she dives under the table top to retrieve the pen that has now clattered onto the floor.

When her head pops back up, I continue. “Plus I wanted to check on you. Bria can come off a bit…strong.”

Her cheeks flush slightly and she looks down.

I was right about her being shy.

She picks up her chin and meets my eyes again, more confident this time. “It’s fine. I’ve recovered. It’ll take a lot more than an over-sexed Zumba instructor to get to me.”

I chuckle at her honest assessment of Bria. “Good.” I shift in my seat so I’m fully facing her. “Plus, I wanted to talk to you.”

Her eyes are guarded as she searches mine for an explanation.

I slid into the chair next to her, leaning back casually. “As one of your instructors, it’s my job to make sure you’re settling in well.”

“How kind.” A mocking smile is planted on her lips and her voice is laced with sarcasm.

She turns back to her computer and begins tapping at the keys, though with not quite as much vigor as before. That crease on her forehead is back, like she’s deciding what to do.

“Let me guess…Russian assassin assignment?”

She hesitates, looking cautious.

“McAllister is nothing if not predictable. And I’m sure he told you this is an actual case?”

Her eyes widen and she nods again.

I scroll through my email, in an attempt to appear uninterested in how she’ll respond, but of course I’m curious as hell. Is she going to stick around despite McAllister’s shady assignments? “He wants to test your commitment. You have to break into something, don’t you?”

“Yeah…How’d you know?”

“It’s the same first assignment every time. No matter your specialty, you have to take down a Russian assassin and do something potentially illegal in the process. It’s McAllister’s way of testing your allegiance.”

She’s quiet for a few seconds, as if processing what I’m saying.

“Once he knows he can trust you to follow through, you’ll be given actual cases.” I pause, letting my words soak in. What I don’t tell her is that McAllister himself will be directly overseeing her assignments, something he never does with first years. “So, what are you going to do, Taylor?”

Her blue eyes sparkle and her mouth turns up in a grin. She doesn’t answer, but instead, taps at the keys again as she sets off to work.