“Chase, you have a visitor.” Rick stated as he entered the war room.
“Who the hell is knocking on our door at six o’clock in the morning?” Chase asked. Opening the door, his eyes were suddenly fixed on Cameron, and if Rick answered, Chase didn’t hear him.
“Do you know what time it is? I could have been sleeping.”
“Chase, cut the crap. We both know you weren’t sleeping. I know you’re pissed at me for last night, but there is nothing I can do about it now.”
“There’s nothing you can do, but apologizing for shutting us out wouldn’t hurt. We worked our asses off finding Angelo and tying him to human trafficking. The reward for our efforts is that he fucking escapes.” Chase seethed.
He told himself the night before he would be civil to Cameron once he saw him again even though Cameron pushed all his buttons. Chase was about to say something when Cameron kissed him.
All the fight went out of his body as he fell into the kiss, and damn, Cameron could kiss. Not to be outdone, Chase took control of the kiss, mastering Cameron’s mouth. His lips felt as soft as Chase thought they would. When Cameron moaned into the kiss Chase pulled away, he opened his eyes to see Cameron’s mouth trying to follow his.
“Would you like to come in and talk?” Chase asked. He knew there was a cocky grin on his face and that Cameron hadn’t expected Chase to take over the kiss.
“Yeah, I think we should do that.” Cameron replied in a slightly dazed tone.
Walking back into the house, he discovered they had an audience.
“I don’t want to hear a thing.” Chase growled walking past his team.
Chase led Cameron to the back, where he took his seat at the head of the war room’s table. His eyes were on Cameron as he took the seat next to him. Cameron eyed the papers and photo’s scattered on top of the table. Obviously they weren’t going to give up trying to find Angelo anytime soon.
“Agent Allen has come to talk to us, despite the fact that he told us if the FBI needed our help, they would call.” Chase announced once everyone entered the room, taking their seats.
“I only said that because you looked like you were about to shoot someone.” Cameron defended himself.
“Believe me, I was. Since you’re here now, a few introductions are in order. To your right is Killian Brady and next to him is Christian Storm. On the other side of me is Rick North.” Cameron nodded his head to everyone in turn. “Guys, this is Special Agent Cameron Allen.”
“Now that we all know each other let’s get down to business. Last night we had a chance to secure Angelo Marini, but he got away.” Chase said the last part while shooting Cameron, a pointed look. “Here’s what we are going to do. Christian, I want you to go look around the auto shop he owns in town and see if you can find out where he’s hiding. Rick and Killian, I want you to go to the homes of the three women that were taken from here and make sure they’re okay. Angelo took them for a reason; he might try to go after them again. I’m going to go and talk to my informant at Angelo’s favorite restaurant. A man has to eat sometime.”
“What about me?” Cameron asked once the other men had filed out of the room.
“You can go back to your hotel room, and if we need your help, I’ll give you a call.” Chase stated as he moved towards the door.
“Look, I apologize. I was just trying to keep the bloodshed to a minimum.” Cameron grabbed Chase’s arm, to keep him from leaving the room.
“I understand why you said it, Cameron.” Chase said without turning around.
“I’ll come with you.”
“No.” Chase couldn’t have Cameron with him. He knew he’d spend more time thinking about fucking him than doing his job.
“Why the hell not?” Cameron asked, obviously outraged at being turned down flat.
“Because you’re a distraction I don’t need right now.”