Her mother had been the steady one in the family. The rock. Shed had a nice, normal job as an accountant. And what did that get her? Shed been kidnapped from her nice safe office, robbed and murdered.
No thanks. Jass would take her chances with undercover work.
I dont like the whole idea of this Kadir character forcing himself on you while you try to make an ill-conceived plan work. Hes charismatic when he wants to be.
Jass bristled. Geez, Ed. You know me better than that. No one takes advantage of Jasmine OReilly.
Ed gave her a lopsided smile. I know, honey. Sometimes I think you take yourself far too seriously. How long has it been since youve even had a date?
Uh, a while. Ive been working. Its hard to go out when youre playing the part of a dangerous Indonesian spy or in disguise as the girlfriend of an IRA terrorist. She shrugged. But I dont feel deprived. I like undercover work. A lot.
Ed grinned. Yep. Too damned independent and serious for your own good. You cant go through your whole life like that, you know.
After her father had died, Ed had gone to bat for her at the Agency. Hed been her fathers partner and longtime friend and said he wanted to help her however he could. And when Ed was promoted to being SAC and a handler, hed made sure she was under his wing and came along, too. Hed always been every bit as concerned about her as a person as he was with her as a covert officer under his control.
Jass fiddled with her paper napkin. I have lots of time for a life later. Im only twenty-nine. You know how important it is to me to be the best at what I do.
Ed sat silent for a few moments. Finally he said, Look, you have to take this assignment. But you dont have to fall for whatever Kadir is selling. I believe he has his own agenda and will try to gain your trust so he can somehow get his hands on the prize. He looked at her intently. Dont let him. As usual, Ill be standing by to remind you to keep your head in the game. Listen to me.
Dont
I always? she murmured, smiling at Ed.
He blew out a breath and chuckled. Okay, little girl. Good enough for now. Lets see about getting you prepped for whatever surprises come your way.
Tarik had to force his gaping mouth shut when Jass climbed into the back of their limo with him. Man, did she look hot. Not that she didnt always look terrific, with her sexy auburn hair, exotic hazel-green eyes and a body to drool over.
But this sophisticated persona of the deadly Celile Kocak sent electric shivers straight to his groin. Maybe their mission wouldnt be hard to take after all.
The CIA handler, Ed, slammed the limos back door after her and slid into the front seat next to the driver. You all set, Kadir?
Tarik wasnt paying much attention to Ed. He had better things to look at. Dressed in one of those French-designed suits and Italian leather four-inch heels, Jass never turned her head his way. She kept staring out the window as the limo began to roll away from the hotel.
Tarik absently adjusted his gold-braided head scarf and spoke to Ed without turning. Becoming a rich Middle Eastern sheik is one disguise that shouldnt be too much of a problem for me, Langdon.
He kept his eyes trained on Jass. You look amazing. Run into any trouble with the background intel?
She turned her head only slightly and a strand of that long, luxurious mane slid over one dark-brown contact, obscuring it from his view. I know how to do my job.
If it wasnt a balmy, late winter day in Monte Carlo, Tarik wouldve expected an ice storm. Much more of that kind of cold shoulder and this assignment might be the death of him yet.
Well, I wish one of you could speak Portuguese, Langdon added from the front seat. A dozen languages between you and yet not the one that might save your ass in Brazil.
Spanish is close enough, Tarik said without as much as a smirk on his face. We can fake it.
Jass shot him another icy, half-hidden glare and inched closer to her door. You can bet the Cariocas will notice we dont speak their language.
Were going in as tourists, he argued. Arms buyers. Not Rio natives. Well get along.
Tarik heaved a heavy sigh and leaned back in his seat. Yes indeed, this was going to be one long, miserable assignment. And if they couldnt find some middle ground, theyd both be lucky to come away from it alive.
A few hours later, flying high above the Atlantic, Tarik loosened the seat belt in his first-class seat and checked on Jass. He thought she might be trying to sleep, but she was wide awake and working on her laptop. She had the privacy screen set on the laptop so no one could read over her shoulder and she looked for all the world like any wealthy international businesswoman.
They needed to begin bonding. Hed let her put an aisle between them for the flight. But the minute they left the relatively secluded confines of this first-class cabin and moved into the duel worlds of espionage and glitz in Rio, they would have to begin the lovey-dovey act. The snow princess would have to thaw or the entire mission would be compromised.