Agent T3: d'Artagnan (Superhero Romance) (The D.I.R.E. Agency) by Joni Hahn Page A

her? It’s already up, Robinson .
    Jocelyn pulled in her lips over her teeth. “Yes, doctor. I’m Jocelyn Chalmers, by the way.” She gave Dar a hot, heavy-lidded perusal, her dark eyes filled with hunger.
    That’s when he realized she wore one of his shirts and a pair of his socks. That’s it. She was practically naked.
    Standing up, he grabbed a blanket off the bed and threw it over her shoulders. She frowned up at him .
    “How did you get in here, Jocelyn?” Robinson made him lay back down on the bed .
    “The nice agents at the end of the hall let me in when I told them who I was. They were very kind and even told me to call them if I needed anything.”
    Those sons of bitches. “No. If you need anything, you call me . If I can’t help you, go to Tristan or Aidan.”
    Robinson laughed as he checked Dar’s vitals .
    “What kind of security does Mitchell have around here?” Dar said, “Do I need to be worried about my father, Clint?”
    Robinson gave him a thoughtful frown. “It does seem like we’ve had our fair share of lapses since he arrived.”
    Heading to the door, he said, “I’m going to grab your breakfast, Dar. When I return, you’ll need to leave, Jocelyn. I’m sorry, but we have more to do. And, no funny business.” He pointed a finger at them.
    Nodd ing, she gave him an innocent,wide-eyed stare. “I understand.”
    They watched him leave the room. As soon as the door shut, Jocelyn rushed over to the bed and gave him a hard kiss on the mouth. They shared a smile .
    “Who is your father?” Jocelyn pulled the blanket closer .
    This was it. When he told her about his family and what he had done before D.I.R.E., she’d either hit the door running or, more in character, go after Robert herself. He didn’t know if he could stomach the sight of her walking out on him. Just thinking about it made him want to puke .
    Wouldn’t Tristan like to hear that?
    “My father is Robert Naylor, a former friend of Mitchell Jacobs’, Rachel and Cass’s father, and The D.I.R.E. Agency’s greatest foe – or, he was its greatest foe, until they captured him.”
    Stepping close to the bed, she searched his eyes. “Why? What did he do?”
    Dar filled her in on his father’s history and all that had transpired in the last few weeks. He told her of his part in the business, of the money laundering, weapon sales, and all of the other degenerate things he’d done.
    Her eyes rounded with surprise, but she didn’t run. It shocked him when she took his hand .
    “My father is a criminal, too. I’ve tried to buy weapons myself, Dar, and would gladly buy German government secrets if the opportunity arose.” She laid a hand on his cheek. “I could never judge you, d’Artagnan, because frankly, I’m just as guilty.”
    Dar couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Jocelyn was guilty of no more than a caring, compassionate heart. Her actions were based in her goodness, his in the hatred he’d been raised to embrace.
    But, no more .
    Taking a deep breath, he said, “There’s more, baby.”
    “What else?”
    He took her small hand in his and stared down at it. “Your stepmother, Angela?”
    “Yes. What about her?”
    He raised his head to meet her gaze. “She’s my mother.”
     

Chapter 9
     
    Two nights later, Jocelyn sat in the roof lounge of the D.I.R.E. compound, staring at the fire in the round pit. The future had so many convenient devices, some of which seemed like magic. The idea of a phone that could track someone anywhere in the world still confused her. However, this internet mechanism fascinated her to no end. It held infinite information.
    She’d found photographs and history of the war. The allies had won, if you could call it that.
    Photos of concentration camp prisoners who were no more than skin over bones, had physically sickened her. The Invasion of Normandy had taken several thousand lives alone .
    What more did Mitchell Jacobs need to justify those weapons?
    And Angela. Jocelyn now