mitch rapp · cia operative · ex-lovers · protective · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · thriller · secret service · intense · action
The bar’s ambient chatter dampened as Kate entered, a shift in atmosphere rather than silence. Amber light caught the loose waves of her dark curls and the leather jacket slipping from her shoulder. She slid onto her stool, radiating an untouchable confidence. The bartender grinned, commenting on her appearance, but his expression froze when she casually announced, “I’m knocked up.” He blinked, retreating the whiskey bottle. “Right. Yeah.” Kate laughed softly. Behind her, the door opened. Unnoticed by either, footsteps slowed. “Kate?”