Rendezvous with Danger (Reunited Series) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Sharon C. Cooper
would fall on her face if she didn’t take a break. An eight-vehicle pile-up on the Kennedy expressway involved a city bus and a semi-truck that left four people dead and six in critical condition. Seven others had been treated and released. Her job with the CIA had been adventurous and given her the opportunity to travel the world. Yet, her job as a nurse was so much more fulfilling.
Alandra walked into the staff locker room, eager to get off her feet. She stretched out on the striped sofa in the corner of the room and placed her arm across her eyes. Five minutes. All she needed was five minutes. Scheduled to do a double shift, she was allowed a longer respite, but if she fell asleep, she might not wake up for hours.
With her eyes closed, she saw Quinn’s handsome face. She still couldn’t get over seeing him again. His dark piercing eyes had studied her as if he were seeing her for the first time. Then the awe in his gaze turned to disbelief, and then rage. If only he’d given her a chance to explain her absence he would have known she hadn’t wanted to leave him.
“I see I’m not the only one who couldn’t take any more.”
Alandra dropped her arm and looked over to see Isabella Blanchard, one of the night shift nurses, walk into the room. Long blond hair, fair skin and expressive blue eyes, Isabella looked as if she should have been on the cover of Vogue magazine instead of working as an ER nurse.
“Yeah, I know. It’s been a crazy busy night,” Alandra said and sat up, placing her feet on the tiled floor. It was time for her and Isabella to discuss the elephant in the room. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for the past few months, neither bringing up the fact that they shared a secret. Based on Intel Alandra had gathered, and from what Harry had told her, Isabella had been instrumental in saving her life. She was the only person who could answer the numerous questions she had about that night in Tzbekystan.
Isabella grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from her locker and settled into a vinyl armchair across from Alandra. She made slow work of slipping off her nursing clogs before she slumped back into her seat and closed her eyes, clearly as tired as Alandra.
“How long have you been a nurse?” Alandra asked.
Isabella opened her eyes and met Alandra’s gaze. “Over ten years.” She lied with a straight face. “And you?”
“About the same,” Alandra lied. “What did you do prior to that?”
“I was in school.”
Alandra sat back and stared at Isabella. She searched her mind trying to remember if she’d ever seen Isabella before coming to Chicago. Based on her research into her past, Isabella was a few years older and had started with the CIA right out of college. Prior to leaving the agency, she’d been an oversees operative known as Sarah Olson. Alandra couldn’t ever remember seeing her, but knew Isabella had gotten her out of Tzbekystan and saved her life. Rumor had it Isabella had gone rogue, disappearing from the agency two-and-a-half years ago. It had taken Alandra more than a year to track her down, and now she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
“So what made you come to Chicago?” Isabella asked. “I’m sure it was hard giving up the beautiful weather in Los Angeles for snow and below freezing temperatures.”
Apparently, Alandra hadn’t been the only one to do her homework. She wondered just how much this woman knew about her. “You. I came to meet you, the person who saved my life.”
Isabella’s expression didn’t change. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Alandra slid to the end of the sofa, closer to Isabella’s chair. “I think you do.”
Several seconds passed without either of them speaking. The furnace kicked in and muffled voices came from people talking outside the door in the hallway. Isabella bent down to put on her tennis shoes and then returned to her locker. Determined to get some answers, Alandra followed her.
“I need
Alandra walked into the staff locker room, eager to get off her feet. She stretched out on the striped sofa in the corner of the room and placed her arm across her eyes. Five minutes. All she needed was five minutes. Scheduled to do a double shift, she was allowed a longer respite, but if she fell asleep, she might not wake up for hours.
With her eyes closed, she saw Quinn’s handsome face. She still couldn’t get over seeing him again. His dark piercing eyes had studied her as if he were seeing her for the first time. Then the awe in his gaze turned to disbelief, and then rage. If only he’d given her a chance to explain her absence he would have known she hadn’t wanted to leave him.
“I see I’m not the only one who couldn’t take any more.”
Alandra dropped her arm and looked over to see Isabella Blanchard, one of the night shift nurses, walk into the room. Long blond hair, fair skin and expressive blue eyes, Isabella looked as if she should have been on the cover of Vogue magazine instead of working as an ER nurse.
“Yeah, I know. It’s been a crazy busy night,” Alandra said and sat up, placing her feet on the tiled floor. It was time for her and Isabella to discuss the elephant in the room. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for the past few months, neither bringing up the fact that they shared a secret. Based on Intel Alandra had gathered, and from what Harry had told her, Isabella had been instrumental in saving her life. She was the only person who could answer the numerous questions she had about that night in Tzbekystan.
Isabella grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from her locker and settled into a vinyl armchair across from Alandra. She made slow work of slipping off her nursing clogs before she slumped back into her seat and closed her eyes, clearly as tired as Alandra.
“How long have you been a nurse?” Alandra asked.
Isabella opened her eyes and met Alandra’s gaze. “Over ten years.” She lied with a straight face. “And you?”
“About the same,” Alandra lied. “What did you do prior to that?”
“I was in school.”
Alandra sat back and stared at Isabella. She searched her mind trying to remember if she’d ever seen Isabella before coming to Chicago. Based on her research into her past, Isabella was a few years older and had started with the CIA right out of college. Prior to leaving the agency, she’d been an oversees operative known as Sarah Olson. Alandra couldn’t ever remember seeing her, but knew Isabella had gotten her out of Tzbekystan and saved her life. Rumor had it Isabella had gone rogue, disappearing from the agency two-and-a-half years ago. It had taken Alandra more than a year to track her down, and now she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
“So what made you come to Chicago?” Isabella asked. “I’m sure it was hard giving up the beautiful weather in Los Angeles for snow and below freezing temperatures.”
Apparently, Alandra hadn’t been the only one to do her homework. She wondered just how much this woman knew about her. “You. I came to meet you, the person who saved my life.”
Isabella’s expression didn’t change. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Alandra slid to the end of the sofa, closer to Isabella’s chair. “I think you do.”
Several seconds passed without either of them speaking. The furnace kicked in and muffled voices came from people talking outside the door in the hallway. Isabella bent down to put on her tennis shoes and then returned to her locker. Determined to get some answers, Alandra followed her.
“I need