the card and she practically jerked away from the heat that shot up her arm and flushed her face. The man narrowed his gaze at her, intensifying the green of his eyes. His look was almost suspicious.
She blinked and directed her focus to his card. Sergeant First Class meant the man had about twenty years of experience under his belt. Though he wore jeans and a black polo shirt that hugged well-honed muscle and not an official uniform, his boots were the kind a military man preferred. She’d spent a lot of time online looking for just the right tactical boot Jason wanted the Christmas before he went missing. As he put it, “you get comfortable in the field in something and want that same feel even when you’re off duty.”
Clutching Jack Hunter’s card, Lauren inwardly cried that the man was here with more questions about Bill and not with news about her brother.
“What about Bill?” She almost shivered in fear of what she would hear. What could Bill have been involved in that had the military’s attention?
Just then Sasha and Sam came around the corner of the house barking in warning, teeth bared, hackles up. She reached for the chain, ready to rush to the man’s rescue, yet hesitant to remove the barrier between them.
The man held out his hand to Sasha and Sam. He spoke low and friendly but with total authority. Amazed, Lauren watched the dogs sniff his hand and then wag their tails as if he was their new best friend. Apparently that magnetism worked on more than just her X-chromosomes and she had better be extra sure the man was on the up and up.
For a moment there, Jack thought he was about to be dog food and had the rolled up newspaper ready to strike, a trick an old postman showed him. Many dogs were more intimidated by a newspaper than by anything else, because owners often disciplined puppies with one. Thankfully, the White Shepherds decided he was a good guy because he seriously questioned if he was up for the challenge of fighting them both off.
Walking out of Walter Reed had been easy, but the effort to get from DC to Atlanta, get armed, and make it through traffic to the Collins’ house had cost him more than he’d thought. His head pounded and his back and leg ached like hell, telling him he’d been relying on the hospital pain killers more than he should. The beating sun made sweat trickle along his spine and his head swim with dizziness. He hoped his strength would improve, but for now he could use a seat and a cold drink. Something about him and this encounter was really off.
Blame his weakened state or being celibate too damn long, but Lauren Collins’s sex appeal hit him with a knockout punch the moment she cracked open the door. His instant let’s-do-it attraction took him by surprise. Not only because he hadn’t felt that in forever, but also because he was a smart man and long past knee-jerk hormones.
But blunt honesty had him acknowledging he’d have made a move on her if they’d been in an acceptable, social environment and both available. He was that attracted. Her sultry blue eyes, long wavy red-gold hair and lush Angelina Jolie lips fit his fantasies to a T. Even the light sprinkling of golden freckles across her nose was a turn on.
She’s the fresh widow of a terrorist , he reminded himself.
Hmm. There’s a big red flag he should have noticed right off. She appeared upset but not badly grieving. Surely she’d heard the reports of her husband’s death.
His sixth sense grew more uncomfortable with the situation.
Though no apparent details in Bill Collins’s life remotely connected him to terrorists, al-Qaeda, Hezbollah or any other radical associations or persons bent on jihad, Jack was sure he’d find them if he searched hard enough, which meant he needed Lauren Collins.
He looked pointedly at the chain latching the door, thankful he’d scouted out a nearby neutral location for her to meet him. “Would it be possible to discuss things sitting down? If you’re
She blinked and directed her focus to his card. Sergeant First Class meant the man had about twenty years of experience under his belt. Though he wore jeans and a black polo shirt that hugged well-honed muscle and not an official uniform, his boots were the kind a military man preferred. She’d spent a lot of time online looking for just the right tactical boot Jason wanted the Christmas before he went missing. As he put it, “you get comfortable in the field in something and want that same feel even when you’re off duty.”
Clutching Jack Hunter’s card, Lauren inwardly cried that the man was here with more questions about Bill and not with news about her brother.
“What about Bill?” She almost shivered in fear of what she would hear. What could Bill have been involved in that had the military’s attention?
Just then Sasha and Sam came around the corner of the house barking in warning, teeth bared, hackles up. She reached for the chain, ready to rush to the man’s rescue, yet hesitant to remove the barrier between them.
The man held out his hand to Sasha and Sam. He spoke low and friendly but with total authority. Amazed, Lauren watched the dogs sniff his hand and then wag their tails as if he was their new best friend. Apparently that magnetism worked on more than just her X-chromosomes and she had better be extra sure the man was on the up and up.
For a moment there, Jack thought he was about to be dog food and had the rolled up newspaper ready to strike, a trick an old postman showed him. Many dogs were more intimidated by a newspaper than by anything else, because owners often disciplined puppies with one. Thankfully, the White Shepherds decided he was a good guy because he seriously questioned if he was up for the challenge of fighting them both off.
Walking out of Walter Reed had been easy, but the effort to get from DC to Atlanta, get armed, and make it through traffic to the Collins’ house had cost him more than he’d thought. His head pounded and his back and leg ached like hell, telling him he’d been relying on the hospital pain killers more than he should. The beating sun made sweat trickle along his spine and his head swim with dizziness. He hoped his strength would improve, but for now he could use a seat and a cold drink. Something about him and this encounter was really off.
Blame his weakened state or being celibate too damn long, but Lauren Collins’s sex appeal hit him with a knockout punch the moment she cracked open the door. His instant let’s-do-it attraction took him by surprise. Not only because he hadn’t felt that in forever, but also because he was a smart man and long past knee-jerk hormones.
But blunt honesty had him acknowledging he’d have made a move on her if they’d been in an acceptable, social environment and both available. He was that attracted. Her sultry blue eyes, long wavy red-gold hair and lush Angelina Jolie lips fit his fantasies to a T. Even the light sprinkling of golden freckles across her nose was a turn on.
She’s the fresh widow of a terrorist , he reminded himself.
Hmm. There’s a big red flag he should have noticed right off. She appeared upset but not badly grieving. Surely she’d heard the reports of her husband’s death.
His sixth sense grew more uncomfortable with the situation.
Though no apparent details in Bill Collins’s life remotely connected him to terrorists, al-Qaeda, Hezbollah or any other radical associations or persons bent on jihad, Jack was sure he’d find them if he searched hard enough, which meant he needed Lauren Collins.
He looked pointedly at the chain latching the door, thankful he’d scouted out a nearby neutral location for her to meet him. “Would it be possible to discuss things sitting down? If you’re
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