Night Moves (G-Man Series) Read online

  Book #3 - G-Man Series

  A Novel by Andrea Smith

  Meatball Taster Publishing

  Copyright 2013

  Author: Andrea Smith

  11/27/2013

  MEATBALL TASTER PUBLISHING

  Text copyright © 2013 by Andrea Smith. All rights reserved. Except as permitted under The U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior express, written consent of the author.

  ISBN: 978-0-578-12747-7 (E-Book)

  ISBN: 978-0-9898250-8-5 (Paperback)

  All characters and events in this book are fictional; any resemblance to actual persons or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This book is intended for adult readers only.

  Cover Design: SueBee - www.BookCoversbySueBee.com

  Copy & Line Editor: Ashlee Porte

  Formatting: Tami Norman

  The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of a copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to five years in FEDERAL PRISON.

  Acknowledgements

  Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Epilogue

  About Andrea

  Other Books

  First, I want to give a shout out to my team! SueBee, my illustrator who put together a phenomenal cover that left the ladies swooning, as well as a host of other promotional materials - thank you so much! You're the best! Ashlee Porte, my editor who's amazing and quite talented in copy editing/enhancing and line editing. Her expertise took several chapters from hot to sizzling, not to mention her ability to improve the dialogue! Love you! Tami Norman - thanks so much for getting this formatting crashed through!

  The rest of my team for beta reading, providing feedback, encouraging, and street-teaming for the G-Men, pimping this book and the series on GR, FB, Twitter: Tracy, Marcie, Sandra, Janett, Donna, Alexis, Mona, Sammie, Christy, Kara, Jamie, Jennifer, Catherine, Carolyn, Stacie, Danielle and Danielle, Kandace, Keesha, Andrea, Pamela, Lisa, MaryLou, Michele, Missy, Tanya and Kim!! YOU ALL ROCK!!! Also the "Pink Ladies" who allowed me to stalk their buddy read! Special thanks to Lana and Allison for the 11th hour beta reading! You both are awesome!

  I can't leave out my British friends who helped me with the lingo - I hope I did you proud! So cheers to Bev, Becs, Donna, Emma, Lisa Jayne, Joanna and Daisy! You girls are quite brilliant and smashing! I hope Easton's a bloke that gets your knickers in a twist - in a GOOD way, of course!

  I want to acknowledge reviewers (who without them, let's face it: the word would not get out). I don't believe in adversarial relationships between authors and reviewers. Even though you've reviewed my books and rated some of them less-than-perfect, you've also told me why. You've taught me to suck it up, to not take it personally and have allowed me to walk away with something . . . Hopefully, I've managed to turn some of those 'whys' into 'well-dones' or at the very least, 'better job' on this book! So thank you!

  Now I need to acknowledge some very wonderful authors, and maybe speak my piece for a second . . . Indie publishing isn't a "cake-walk" by any means. If some of these wonderful Indie Authors hadn't helped me, I'd still be in the dark. There's a huge market for books out there; all kinds of books. And there's plenty of room for more authors to write them! So thank you Jade Jamison, for helping me with my questions, promoting me on your FB page whenever I need it! C.D. Reiss, I thank you for reaching out to me with some helpful advice in many areas - you totally blow me away! Heather Gunter - you're a badass and I'm grateful to you for putting me in touch with various contacts for formatting, swag, and promo materials. Amber Nation - one of my avid fans and now a debut author I thank you for keeping me informed on events and pimping! To all of the other authors on FB and GR who've taken the time to stop by my page and say "hi" or "like" Sue Bee's cover (or at least not flag it) you all are class acts that I'm so very proud to know!

  A special thanks to my readers as well! I hope this is one that you truly love! And as always: Jill, Jo-Jo, Becky and Marcie!!!

  "Love of a Lifetime" by Firehouse

  "The Search is Over" by Survivor

  "You are so Beautiful" by Joe Cocker

  (Lindsey & Taz's Wedding)

  "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay

  "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele

  "Set Fire to the Rain" by Adele

  "Where Does My Heart Beat Now" by Celine Dion

  "Drive" by The Cars

  "We've Got Tonight" by Bob Seger

  "Wrecking Ball" (Cover) by Madilyn Bailey

  "Unbreak My Heart" by Toni Braxton

  "Night Moves" by Bob Seger

  "[Do - Do - Do - Do] Heartbreaker" by Rolling Stones

  "Fuck Me Pumps" by Amy Winehouse

  "Unbreak My Heart" by Toni Braxton

  "Second Chance" by Shinedown

  "All of Me" by John Legend

  (From my home town of Springfield, Ohio!!!!!)

  ~ Darcy ~

  I was on my way to Darin's apartment to surprise him. We’d met a year ago tomorrow, Christmas Eve, making that entire year feel like Christmas. Darin officially graduated from the FBI academy in Quantico last month. He would now be given assignments as an "agent" instead of carrying the title of "agent trainee" with the FBI. He was stoked and so was I.

  I was trying to finish up my degree program on-line from the University of Virginia in Charlottesville. It made it so much easier pursuing it while living at home with my parents in Georgetown making it possible to be closer to Darin.

  On-line classes were definitely not a cakewalk. I was forced to study more than I had before when attending classes on campus, but it was well worth it to be able to spend as much time as possible with my G-Man, Darin.

  I had talked to him earlier in the day. He had been out on post-graduate field practice for covert operations. That's all he could tell me - or would tell me. He said he was going to shower and crash. We would see each other tomorrow for a celebratory one-year anniversary dinner date with a major fuck-fest scheduled afterwards.

  I guess I should admit th
at I'm rather spoiled. I'm not a big fan of prolonged gratification. My man and I hadn't seen each other in nearly a week as I finished my finals for the semester, turning in the remaining essay projects for my classes.

  As an only child from a somewhat wealthy family, I suppose I can blame my parents for my penchant for "instant gratification." It's true. They'd denied me nothing over the years and now I'd come to detest having to wait for anything I wanted badly enough. Right now, I wanted Darin Murphy between my legs so there was no stopping me.

  I was totally decked-out in "fuck-me" couture, having shopped the entire afternoon with my BFF, Lindsey Dennison. Linds had been through the ringer over the past year as well, but for entirely different reasons. Our shopping trip was supposed to be for Christmas and not trashy lingerie as Lindsey so eloquently pointed out.

  Actually, it was through Lindsey and Taz - or I should say Trace Matthews, that I'd had the opportunity of meeting Darin a year ago. So much had happened to both of us over this past year. Mine had been great, Lindsey's had been pretty fucked-up at least for the first half of the year.

  I was so happy for Lindsey now. She'd just had a beautiful baby girl with Taz, another G-Man in D.C. and an agent that Darin really looked up to. He said Taz was one of the best special agents in the bureau. He loved being on assignment with him. Lindsey was entirely wrapped up in her new baby girl, Harper. She deserved that happiness and in some ways I was a bit envious, I admit, but I certainly didn't begrudge her that. She'd been tortured nearly to death by a crazed student on campus that was in to all kinds of evil. Taz had literally saved her life.

  I pulled my car over to the curb in front of his apartment complex. The winter darkness was descending as I walked up the concrete walk to the door of his townhouse. My heels clicked against the hard surface of the cold cement and echoed in the quiet tranquility of the complex. My heart did a major flutter as I saw lights on in his apartment. Darin was likely still awake, probably watching something on his flat screen in the bedroom before he fell asleep. That was his habit. He wouldn't be grumpy for long when I took off the belted trench coat I was wearing and displayed the sexy outfit underneath. I giggled silently at the thought of what he would do to me when he did.

  I could hear soft music from the stoop as I pulled the key he had given me to his apartment a few months prior out of my coat pocket. I wanted to boost the effect of the surprise. He was probably stretched out on his massive, leather couch, dozing off to one of his music satellite channels.

  I slipped the key into the lock noiselessly and slowly opened the front door, stepping inside quietly ready to rock my man's world. Nothing prepared me for what I saw once inside taking place on his leather sofa.

  Darin's ass was up in the air. I watched as he plunged his dick inside someone beneath him over and over again. Whoever it was underneath, was moaning and digging her painted fingernails into the skin on his back. I didn't realize until his movements suddenly stopped that I was screaming. Yep. I was screaming loud, vulgar things. At both of them.

  "You rotten, mother-fucker! You whore-hopping son-of-a-bitch!"

  Probably not my finest moment ... but hey, I really didn’t care about that at the time.

  Darin was up and off of her in a flash, his still hard cock cloaked in a festive condom. It was then I saw the chick he'd been fucking so furiously, perched on her elbows glaring at me as if she had the right to be indignant at my untimely interruption. It was Dee-Dee or "Dirty Diana" as she was better known throughout the bureau. Yes, a female FBI agent whose slutty reputation for doing all the dudes in the bureau was evidently notorious. Darin had joked about it with me many times, appalled at her total disregard of her professional reputation. Now he was doing her. Fuck me.

  Time seemed to go in slow-motion as my brain sorted it all out. Darin was frantically groping around for his jeans that lay on a heap of clothing on the floor next to the sofa.

  I flung the key to his apartment at her watching it bounce off of her forehead and land on her bare crotch.

  "Here slut, have at it!" I screeched. I turned to Darin and in the calmest tone possible hissed, "I hope your cock rots off."

  I stumbled out of his apartment, wet tears now streaming down my cheeks as I tried to run in the stupid, four-inch heels I'd purchased earlier for this special occasion. I wasn't having much luck. I stopped momentarily to remove the heels, giving Darin just enough time to catch up to me on the sidewalk. He had managed to pull his jeans on for the chase, but nothing else.

  "Whoa, Darce, hold up there, babe. It's not what you think!"

  Not what I think? What the fuck?

  His hand reached for my shoulder, turning me to face him. I immediately clawed at him with the heel of my shoe, gouging his still bare shoulder over and over again with it. He didn't even flinch.

  "Baby, please? It didn't mean anything, I swear to God! It just happened. It has nothing to do with you or how I feel about you."

  "How can you say that?!" I screeched.

  "I'll make her leave, we'll talk it out," he pleaded. "I love you, Darce."

  "Fuck you, Darin," I hissed. "It's over. We are done. Don't ever call or come around me again. Do I make myself clear?"

  I looked up into his dark eyes and saw the tears welled up in them. Too fucking little, too fucking late. He started to reach for me again, something in my eyes must have registered with him because he stopped and drew back. My tears had dried up. All I felt was coldness in them now as I directed an arctic glare at him. He felt it too, taking a half-step back from me.

  "Do I?" I repeated, my voice having a steely edge to it that even I didn't recognize.

  He nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. The realization had hit him with full force. I watched as the comprehension sunk in. Darin Murphy had fucked up in a big, big way. No one, I repeat, no one breaks Darcy Nicole Sheridan's heart. It's just not done.

  The flight attendant in first class roused me from my sleep gently.

  "We are preparing our initial descent into Belize City. I need for you to bring your seat into the upright position and fasten your seatbelt now."

  I kind of wanted to kill her. Just a little. I settled for smiling at her and obliged, groggy as I was to comply.

  It was Christmas day in Belize. I was relieved to be spending it in another country, not back in the U.S. where everything had imploded as far as my love life was concerned. My parents were spending the holidays in Cancun. I had quickly decided to get away, only not with them. I was not up for the pummeling questions I knew would be forthcoming if my mother and father knew what had happened with Darin. I barely had the strength to make the last minute call to Lindsey, seriously not in the mood to go into the details with her at the moment. I was just too raw.

  She'd freaked like I knew she would when I simply told her that it was over with Darin and me and that I wasn't going to provide any details to her at the moment. I told her I'd booked a flight to Belize leaving Christmas Eve morning; that I'd discuss everything with her upon my return. She wasn't happy. She'd attempted to pry but I told her I needed to get packed and quickly ended the call.

  As soon as I walked into the terminal, I collected my luggage and arranged for a ferry to San Pedro. I was booked at a beach front villa at the Grand Colony. My parents had taken me there after my high-school graduation. I remembered how totally beautiful it had been; the beautiful blue water and white, sandy beaches. And that was something I desperately needed right now.

  I could forget about everything being thousands of miles away from D.C. I could forget the pain and betrayal of what Darin had done to me. If I had to, I'd drink myself into oblivion to forget. Of course I'd be drinking fancy, tropical drinks delivered to my villa by a very hot, sexy Belizean dude.

  Is "Belizean" a word?

  Anyway, all I really wanted and all I prayed for right now was to numb myself from the hurt and betrayal I was trying to deal with. It was a first for me. I'd never been broken. I was always the breaker never
the breakee. This was new ground for me.

  After I was settled into my beach front villa, I opened all of the shutters to enjoy the warm sunshine trickling in and the soothing, salty, ocean breeze. I stood at the open window and reveled in the tranquility of this extraordinary place on earth. I hoped it would help to heal my broken heart, at least for now.

  My phone rang from somewhere in my handbag. It was probably my parents calling from Cancun to wish me a Merry Christmas. I fumbled around until I found it. Sure enough, it was Mom. I knew she'd worry if I didn't answer and commence blowing my phone up until I did.

  “Hey, Mom,” I greeted, making sure to put my game face on and throw in some fake, red-and-green cheer. “Merry Christmas!”

  "Darcy, what's wrong?"

  Shit.

  "Nothing's wrong, Mom. What could be wrong? It's Christmas." I reassured her with a grin plastered to my face, hoping like all hell that the explanation for my “Worst Breakup of the Year” award wouldn’t break through my lips.

  I totally cracked 2.5 seconds later.

  For the next ten minutes I shared the whole story with her, including the fact I was in Belize alone on Christmas. I told her I needed to be alone right now.

  "Nonsense, darling," she argued. "Your father and I'll change our plans and join you in Belize tomorrow. Where are you staying?"

  "I'm at the Grand Colony in San Pedro."

  "Wonderful, darling. I'll call you back once our plans are firmed up. Stay put, okay?"

  Where the hell would I go?

  "I'll be right here, Mom."

  Me and Captain Morgan . . .

  "Please know this isn't the end of the world. It's better you found out now rather than later what type of man Darin is."

  I doubted if the pain could be any worse, but Mom needed to know I'd get through it.

  "I know Mom, and you're right."

  "Good girl."

  I changed into a summer dress complete with flip-flops, to take a walk on the beach, letting the warm tide wash over my feet in the wet sand. I let my long hair down so I could feel the wind whip through it. It was therapeutic and calming. The ocean had a way of making everything seem so very small and inconsequential, putting things in perspective.