Taz slammed open the conference door without knocking. “You done playing your little games yet, Clarissa?”
Games? She’d been busting her a*s, expending valuable resources around the world to try and find information on who had attacked the Theodore Roosevelt. She’d—
Games? Theodore Roosevelt.Rose’s single raised eyebrow was all that kept Clarissa from verbally attacking the little b***h.
Even her? She couldn’t help asking with an eyeroll.
Even her?Rose nodded.
Shit! This was going to be much harder than she’d thought.
Shit! “What’s up, Taz?” Clarissa couldn’t repress the snarl, but it was probably more productive than an otherwise satisfying attack.
“Do you want to know our progress or can I please get away from your field of contamination? They must have an emergency shower somewhe
