Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Sarah, Michelle’s new name, was working in the complex computer lab when the door opened. “You’re home.” She jumped up from her chair and met Fletch halfway across the room, throwing her arms around his neck.
Their lips met. Fletch pushed her back, keeping her at arm’s length as his dark stare devoured Sarah, warming her skin beneath her clothes. “I couldn’t stay away.”
“Are you going to tell me where you went?”
His sexy lips quirked. “We can work out a deal of some sort.”
Sarah grinned. “I love working out deals with you.”
“First,” Fletch said, “I brought a few guests with me. As you know, I had a meeting with Top.”
“Don’t tell me Mr. Grant is sending you away again.” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.
“No, Chell” —some habits die hard— “he wants to meet you in person—the famous Michelle Holdcraft.”
“Shh,” she hushed. “I heard she died. Tragic end. Her car caught on fire.”
“The ultimate eraser.”
“Shit.” Her blue eyes opened wide. “Top is here.” She looked down at her blue jeans.
“Stop, you’re gorgeous.”
Sarah grinned. “I’m glad you think so. Where is he?”
“He’s in Applegate’s office. He said he’d come here next.” Fletch cocked his head to the side. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
Applegate was the new Peterson, and over the last seven months, she’d righted the ship that Peterson had almost sunk.
The door behind Fletch opened. A distinguished gentleman with white hair, reminding Sarah of Bradley Whitford, entered.
“Mr. Grant,” Sarah said, offering her hand.
His handshake was firm.
“Sarah.” He paused. “I believe that’s the name Arrow told me.”
“Yes, sir. Sarah Louise.”
“Sarah, I’ve wanted to make this trip since you first joined us. How are you adjusting?”
She looked at Fletch who was at her side. “Arrow has helped me.”
“And you’ve helped the agency. I thought it was time for you to be introduced to our director of research” —he chuckled— “if we had titles, that is. Michelle,” he called.
When the door opened, Sarah’s knees weakened as she reached for Fletch’s strong arm with one hand and clenched the locket with the other. The woman before her was the image of what Sarah would look like in thirty years.
“Shelly, I’ve missed you. I’m so proud of the choices you’ve made.”
“Mom?”
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