Damaged. Debra Webb

but he wouldn’t. “I’m the man who’s giving you a chance to do the right thing, Darnell.”

      “It’s probably the last thing I’ll do,” he mumbled.

      Possibly. That, too, was the chance a man took when he chose the dark side.

      Dakota knew this from experience.

      Problem was, once a man crossed that line, finding his way back was not a straight or an easy path. The line was blurred, the way obscured.

      And nothing ever looked the same through the haze that lingered after that waltz on the dark side.

      Not even in the bright light of day.

      Chapter Two

      Colby Agency

       6:45 a.m.

      Lucky Malone stopped on the sidewalk and peered up at the gleaming building before her. Her pulse scrambled with the pounding in her chest.

      She really worked here.

      A smile spread across her lips.

      The Colby Agency.

      Her life was perfect now.

      Absolutely perfect.

      “You’ll get over that soon enough.”

      Lucky turned to the man who’d spoken. Lucas Camp. The Lucas Camp. She recaptured the breath that had rushed from her lungs at the sound of his voice and her lips stretched back into that big smile without any prompting. “Good morning, Mr. Camp.” Good grief, she must look like a total idiot standing out here staring up at the building this way.

      His wise gray eyes glittered with mirth but his lips never even twitched. “Good morning, Ms. Malone.” He gave her a quick once-over and nodded in approval. “You look fully prepared to launch into your second week on the job with Victoria.”

      “I’m looking forward to the challenge, sir.”

      For one long moment he studied her, as if assessing the comment.

      Fear banded around her chest. “I mean the opportunity. I’m looking forward to the opportunity.”

      This time Mr. Camp smiled. “I know what you mean.” He touched a hand to her elbow. “Come along and let’s see if Mildred has a pot of her famous coffee brewed already. Maybe Simon or Ian showed up with donuts.”

      “That would be nice.” Lucky had to work extra hard to keep those donuts and pastries she loved from showing on her hips. There was nothing in the world like a warm, gooey, sweet donut with coffee.

      She entered the lobby with Mr. Camp. Flashing a smile for security as she passed, she boarded the waiting elevator car. Mr. Camp stepped in right behind her and selected the fourth floor, then propped against the wall as the car bumped into motion.

      A knot of fear abruptly twisted in Lucky’s stomach.

      She would never, not in a bazillion years, be able to make a pot of coffee the way Mildred did. Lucky bit her lip. Maybe she could buy the coffee across the street at Maggie’s Coffee House and then pretend she’d made it.

      Mildred Ballard, Victoria’s personal assistant, single-handedly kept the office running smoothly. She knew the assignments of every investigator on staff. Not to mention their birthdays, anniversaries and kids’ names. She worked magic with travel arrangements. And her coffee was famous.

      Lucky would never be that good at any of those things.

      Anxiety inched its way up her spine.

      She wanted to keep this job.

      If she proved good enough, maybe one day she would be a Colby agent. That was her ultimate goal. Meanwhile, she was starting out as Mildred’s backup.

      The elevator doors slid open to an empty lobby on the fourth floor. Other than the top echelon of investigators, most of the staff didn’t arrive until seven-thirty—unless there was a special meeting.

      As Lucky walked side by side with Lucas Camp along the main corridor, the realization that he had arrived at the office without Victoria took primacy above all the other thoughts whirling around in Lucky’s head.

      “Mrs. Colby-Camp isn’t coming into the office today?” Lucky wouldn’t have to be so worried about making a mistake while shadowing Mildred if that were the case.

      “She’s having breakfast with a friend this morning,” Mr. Camp said as he held open the staff lounge door. The fragrant smell of coffee greeted them.

      Lucky nodded. “Oh.”

      Being the consummate gentleman, Mr. Camp poured Lucky then himself a cup of Mildred’s amazing coffee. “You know, Lucky,” he said, his expression thoughtful, “I could use a small favor this morning.” He picked up his cup of coffee, sipped it and hummed his approval.

      Anticipation zinged Lucky. “Absolutely, sir. Anything you need.” Slow down, Lucky. Don’t act like a fan-girl. She cleared her throat. “I’m happy to be of service.” Better.

      “Let’s go to my office.”

      Lucas Camp’s office sat directly across the hall from Victoria’s intimate waiting room. Mildred had told Lucky that the office Lucas now used had been an additional supply room, but one would never know it. Sophisticated was the first word to come to mind as Lucky entered the spacious office. A massive mahogany desk dominated the space. One wall was lined with distinguished-looking books, while another showcased numerous accolades, some of which were signed by the president himself. Like Victoria’s office, his desk sat before an enormous window with an inspiring view. Two upholstered chairs waited in grand style before his desk.

      Mr. Camp unlocked his desk and retrieved a small package. About the size of a jeweler’s box, one made for a necklace or bracelet, the package was wrapped in brown paper. He passed it across his desk. Lucky shifted her coffee to her left hand and accepted the package.

      She smiled. “A special occasion coming up?”

      “You could say that,” he answered without the slightest hint of discernible sentiment in his voice.

      Lucky didn’t make too much of his noncommittal tone or his unreadable expression. A man like Lucas Camp didn’t give away what was on his mind unless he wanted to. A lifetime of working under deep cover with the CIA had made him an expert in covert operations and interrogations and a lot of other stuff Lucky couldn’t begin to name, much less understand.

      “I’d like you to take the package to an old friend of mine,” he explained.

      Lucky’s pulse started that erratic race again. “An old friend?”

      He scribbled something onto a notepad then tore off the page. “Here’s the address. My friend is expecting the package this morning.”

      “I understand, sir.” She glanced at the address. It was not one she recognized.

      “I’m sure the area is unfamiliar to you so take a taxi,” Mr. Camp suggested. “Have the driver wait. You’ll only be a moment.”

      “Do I need a receipt as proof of delivery?” She wanted to do this right. Keeping Lucas Camp happy would be an important step up the ladder at the agency.

      “There will be a verbal message,” Mr. Camp explained. “The message is the only receipt I need.”

      “Yes, sir.” Lucky turned to go but then hesitated. “Your friend’s name is…?” She certainly didn’t want to make the mistake of leaving the package with the wrong person. Honestly, she didn’t want to make any kind of mistake at all.

      “Jennifer.”

      “Okay.” Lucky had just assumed the friend was another man. Good thing she asked. “I’ll be on my way, then.”

      “Report back to me as soon as you’ve made the drop,” Mr. Camp said as she exited