15 Chapter 15

The look from those eyes set something odd to stirring in Bond’s gut. Thankfully, it wasn’t his dick this time. Yet there was something about this man—

He shook it off. However minor, his head injury in Afghanistan had created spotty lapses in some memories. If he’d met this man at some time, the memory might surface or it might not. It wasn’t something he could force. Fortunately, his work as a physician wasn’t affected.

Another thought intruded. He wondered if these employees knew about their boss’s double life—not that he was gay, but that he hustled for sex. Again he felt his emotions war between his disapproval and how he was drawn to former counter-terrorism warrior Rory O’Shea.

Rory glanced at his watch. “Ah, ?tis time to meet some of me operatives. We’ll meet in the conference room over there.”

Even here, he pushed past Bond, stepped in ahead of him and swept it with his eyes.