“Yes, sir.” Luke held himself rigid.
“I expect better of you. You’re not some randy teenager controlled by your hormones. If this woman is guilty, she’s playing you for a fool and possibly using you to help her commit acts of terrorism. If she’s innocent, she’s interfering with a critical investigation. You’re here to work, Renfro, not enjoy yourself.”
“Yes, sir.”
A knock on the conference room door preempted anything else Blessing was about to say. “Come in,” he barked.
Wade entered the room. As he passed, he gave Luke a sympathetic look. “You asked to see the local papers,” he said to Blessing.
“Sir, may I get back to work now?” Luke asked, seeing his chance for escape.
“Yes, go,” Blessing said. He unfolded the first newspaper on the stack. “But remember your focus here. Don’t let yourself get distracted again.”
“Yes, sir.” Luke started toward the door. He had his hand on the knob when Blessing barked his name again.
“Renfro!”
Luke turned, heart pounding. “Yes, sir?”
“How do you explain this?” Blessing turned the paper to face Luke, who stared at the picture at the bottom of the page, of him and Morgan standing in the bus shelter, wrapped in a passionate kiss. Love Amidst the Chaos, read the caption.
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