"Boss?" A voice spoke from the earpiece he had forgotten he had on and Jean looked around, startled and still trying to stop his heart from beating so out of control.
What the hell just happened? Had it all just happened in his head? He'd definitely fantasized and even dreamt endlessly of them meeting again but those had only been dreams. And none of those dreams had ever felt as real as this one did.
Her scent still lingered. Not the familiar floral and toasted coconut scent that had been ingrained in his nasal memories from years past, but a stronger and more impactful scent that befitted the persona she'd grown into.
It drove him crazy.
"Boss? Are you there? We've got eyes on a suspect that fits the target's description. Awaiting orders, Sir."
Jean's mind snapped back to reality. "Keep eyes on the suspect, Mike. And alert me of any suspicious moves immediately."
