The Auction Block (Agents of Interpol 1)

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She wipes the tears from her eyes. "You guys are too good to be true. I never thought I'd have a family, again."
"Well, me either. Looks like we both got a surprise out of this," I murmur, ruffling her hair. "Go pack your shit, I want to go home."
She smiles, a broad, childish grin and runs from the room, taking the stairs two at a time. Her enthusiasm is contagious.
"I have one more thing I need to take care of while we're here," I say to Blake, moving toward the front counter. "Nurse Miranda."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Here is the number for an Interpol agent I need you to call. Talk to each of the girls and find out who isn't a citizen. If they want to be, the tutors wi
ll help them, and this agent will do the paperwork to make sure it happens. That way, none of them end up deported." I hand her a card with a name and number on it.
She gapes, shock all over her face. "Ma'am, this is . . . this is amazing. We've been trying to get someone to agree to help with citizenship forever."
"Well, I know people. If you run into any trouble, call me."
"Yes, ma'am."
I walk back to Blake as Sorina bounds back down the stairs, a duffel bag over her arm and a sketchbook in her hands. She stops in front of us, bouncing with excitement. I laugh as her happiness fills the room.
"Let's go," I say, pulling her under my arm.
Walking toward the door, the nurses and other girls smile at us. I pass Sorina to Blake as we hit the outer doors, transitioning into the agent persona. We file into the car and I climb back into the front seat with Jameson. He grins at me and pulls into traffic. Shannon's phone rings.
"Hello? Yes, Mom . . . Hold on . . . Blake, Mom wants to talk to you," she says, holding her phone to him.
"Hi, Carmen . . . No, I'm fine . . . My phone is dead . . . Why don't you and Dad come over for dinner tonight . . . you can meet a new member of the family . . . I'll explain when you get there . . . okay . . . you too." He ends the call and hands the phone back to Shannon, lifting his gaze to meet mine in the mirror as Sorina leans against his shoulder.
I pull my phone out and dial Teresa's number.
"Hello, Ms. Lily. What you need?" she says when she answers the phone.
"We're having company for dinner. I need you to do something special for me though, a surprise," I say. Blake narrows his eyes at me and I give him a sly grin.
"¿Se puede hacer una cena rumana? Sorina, Vlad y me encantaría las comodidades del hogar," I say.
Can you make a Romanian dinner? Sorina, Vlad and I would love the comforts of home.
She laughs into the phone. "Si, of course. I’ll go to the store now."
"Take Sammi and Rhett with you, please."
"Yes, ma'am."
I hang up the phone and stare at Blake, a smug look on my face.
"Why did you just say my name?" Vlad pipes up from the back seat.
"You'll see."
The aroma of tonight's dinner wafts into my office as I email Monroe. He's not happy about Blake's charity event idea, but he's given permission. We're getting more security, and Sammi has the go ahead for setting up a surveillance system once a location is booked. I'm still nervous, but this is what Blake wants, and I can't find it in my heart to tell him no.
A knock at the door pulls me from my email. "Come in."