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was too strong.
Her heart raced as she kicked back, but her efforts only resounded in a muffled grunt and a tighter hold on her.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you … I’m here to help you.”
Morgan froze in mid kick. She recognized that voice. Spinning around, she yanked off the mask.
Her heart jerked wildly in her chest when her eyes confirmed what her ears had already told her. The man holding her was her high school sweetheart, the man who had left her a decade ago—Luke Hunter.
She pushed away from him, hauled her arm back and slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
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Luke’s hand flew up to his cheek. She still had a mean slap. He wasn’t sure what stung more—his cheek or his heart. It wasn’t exactly the greeting he’d been hoping for. He could hardly blame her, though. Showing up like this after all these years. She was sure to be mad at him.
“What are you doing here?” Morgan backed away from him and he stood where he was even though he ached to go after her.
“Like I said … I’m here to help you.”
“What are you talking about, you broke into my house!” Morgan spread her arms to indicate the chaotic room. The lights had come on and Luke could see smashed glass, broken windows and five of his men dressed all in black wrestling two other men into handcuffs.
“We didn’t break in.” Luke nodded toward the two men being forced into the cuffs. “They did. We just followed them in so we could capture them.”
The Blackmoore sisters huddled against the opposite wall staring at him with wide eyes.
“Luke Hunter?” Fiona’s eyes darted from Luke to Morgan.
Luke spread his hands. “In the flesh.”
“But what are you doing here? I thought you were in Afghanistan or something.”
“I was. My tour ended and now I’m back. Well, for a little while.” He glanced over at Morgan who was shooting daggers at him from her eyes.
“Luke is Morgan’s … umm … he grew up here.” Fiona turned to explain to a man who was standing with a protective arm around her. Luke wondered who he was but figured it wasn’t the time for him to ask questions. He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed there was no man with a protective arm around Morgan.
“So, what is he doing in your house in the middle of the night?” The man stepped forward.
“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Morgan stood with her hands on her hips looking ridiculously cute in pink pajamas with French poodles on them.
“And who are these other guys?” The blonde who Luke recognized as Celeste said. She had only been a teenager when he’d left and she’d grown into a beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as Morgan, though.
Luke rubbed his hands through his day old stubble. Morgan used to like that stubble. He found himself wondering if she still felt anything for him—then immediately pushed those thoughts aside. He was only in Noquitt to do a job and then his work would take him somewhere else, possibly to the other side of the world. This job didn’t leave any room for relationships and he wished he hadn’t had to let Morgan know he was here. He wished he’d never gotten this close to her—to touch her. But he had to in order to stop the guys that had broken in. And now that he had …
He let out a long breath, wondering how to explain just why he was there. He decided the simplest way was the best.
He nodded toward the handcuffed men who were being dragged out. “Those men are after something they think you have, and my job is to stop them.”
“What? So you’re like some sort of secret police force?” Morgan’s brow was all scrunched up.
“Sort of. Have you guys noticed anything strange going on?”
“Hell ‘ya,” a voice said from the other side of the room.
Luke’s eyes widened when he realized the petite brunette must be Jolene. She’d only been around nine years old the last time he saw her, but she had those ice-blue eyes … the same as Morgan and
Her heart raced as she kicked back, but her efforts only resounded in a muffled grunt and a tighter hold on her.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you … I’m here to help you.”
Morgan froze in mid kick. She recognized that voice. Spinning around, she yanked off the mask.
Her heart jerked wildly in her chest when her eyes confirmed what her ears had already told her. The man holding her was her high school sweetheart, the man who had left her a decade ago—Luke Hunter.
She pushed away from him, hauled her arm back and slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
###
Luke’s hand flew up to his cheek. She still had a mean slap. He wasn’t sure what stung more—his cheek or his heart. It wasn’t exactly the greeting he’d been hoping for. He could hardly blame her, though. Showing up like this after all these years. She was sure to be mad at him.
“What are you doing here?” Morgan backed away from him and he stood where he was even though he ached to go after her.
“Like I said … I’m here to help you.”
“What are you talking about, you broke into my house!” Morgan spread her arms to indicate the chaotic room. The lights had come on and Luke could see smashed glass, broken windows and five of his men dressed all in black wrestling two other men into handcuffs.
“We didn’t break in.” Luke nodded toward the two men being forced into the cuffs. “They did. We just followed them in so we could capture them.”
The Blackmoore sisters huddled against the opposite wall staring at him with wide eyes.
“Luke Hunter?” Fiona’s eyes darted from Luke to Morgan.
Luke spread his hands. “In the flesh.”
“But what are you doing here? I thought you were in Afghanistan or something.”
“I was. My tour ended and now I’m back. Well, for a little while.” He glanced over at Morgan who was shooting daggers at him from her eyes.
“Luke is Morgan’s … umm … he grew up here.” Fiona turned to explain to a man who was standing with a protective arm around her. Luke wondered who he was but figured it wasn’t the time for him to ask questions. He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed there was no man with a protective arm around Morgan.
“So, what is he doing in your house in the middle of the night?” The man stepped forward.
“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Morgan stood with her hands on her hips looking ridiculously cute in pink pajamas with French poodles on them.
“And who are these other guys?” The blonde who Luke recognized as Celeste said. She had only been a teenager when he’d left and she’d grown into a beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as Morgan, though.
Luke rubbed his hands through his day old stubble. Morgan used to like that stubble. He found himself wondering if she still felt anything for him—then immediately pushed those thoughts aside. He was only in Noquitt to do a job and then his work would take him somewhere else, possibly to the other side of the world. This job didn’t leave any room for relationships and he wished he hadn’t had to let Morgan know he was here. He wished he’d never gotten this close to her—to touch her. But he had to in order to stop the guys that had broken in. And now that he had …
He let out a long breath, wondering how to explain just why he was there. He decided the simplest way was the best.
He nodded toward the handcuffed men who were being dragged out. “Those men are after something they think you have, and my job is to stop them.”
“What? So you’re like some sort of secret police force?” Morgan’s brow was all scrunched up.
“Sort of. Have you guys noticed anything strange going on?”
“Hell ‘ya,” a voice said from the other side of the room.
Luke’s eyes widened when he realized the petite brunette must be Jolene. She’d only been around nine years old the last time he saw her, but she had those ice-blue eyes … the same as Morgan and
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