The Bodyguard

by Adair, Cherry; Showalter, Gena; O'Clare, Lorie

  Offering someone blind trust was . . . nice. She didn’t feel like a fool, like she’d always assumed she would. She felt relieved, empowered, important.

  Bentley emerged from one of the cars and strode to them, drawing Gabby’s attention. The agent was frowning.

  “Good job,” she said with a nod. Her gaze remained glued to Sean. “But you should have come in. You should have brought her in, and you should have kept our lines of communication open.”

  He nodded but didn’t back down. “I didn’t know who I could trust.”

  Her expression hardened. “You trusted Rowan.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve worked with him before.”

  “And I just happen to be made of awesome,” Rowan said, coming up behind them.

  Everyone chuckled, the tension somehow broken.

  A charmer, Sean had called Rowan, and Gabby realized he’d been telling the truth, even in that.

  “You trusted the girl,” Bentley said without rancor this time.

  He flicked Gabby a white-hot glance. She gave him a half smile of encouragement, then grimaced. Ouch.

  “Poor baby.” He reached over and linked their hands. Finally. Connected again. The heat of him nearly undid her, but she remained in place rather than do what she really wanted: launch herself at him. Reluctantly, he turned back to Bentley. “We’re together. Of course I trusted her.”

  Despite the pain, Gabby offered him another smile. Yes, they were indeed together. Now. Always, she hoped. But exactly what did he have in mind? Because she was ready to move in with him, sleep with him every night, wake up with him every morning. Maybe he just wanted to date first. After all, they’d only known each other a few weeks and men liked to take things slow. Well, everything but sex.

  Bentley’s eyes widened, and finally she faced Gabby. “That true?”

  Gabby removed the ice and nodded.

  Sean squeezed her hand in approval.

  “I need to take you in, ask you some questions,” the agent told her firmly. “Alone.”

  Before she could reply, Sean, like a storm cloud of rage, got in Bentley’s face. “Don’t even think of hurting her.”

  Bentley held up her hands, all innocence. “Never even crossed my mind.”

  “Uh, Bent,” Rowan said, making a cutting motion over his throat. “He knows all about Operation, uh, Elimination.”

  “Fine. It crossed my mind,” she admitted sheepishly. “Best friends shouldn’t be allowed on the same team.”

  “What’s Operation Elimination?” Gabby asked, though she thought she knew the answer.

  Sean kissed her temple. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Does it, Bentley?”

  Bentley crossed her arms over her middle. “She can be tracked.”

  “But we’ll have Thomas’s records soon, which means we’ll find out how he was able to track her. Then, we can stop it from happening again. And besides that, she’ll be more valuable to us than dangerous.”

  Yep. She had been the target of OE. She almost pulled from Sean’s grip, almost ran for the trees. However, the thought of leaving was more painful than the thought of living without Sean, so she just continued to stand there, sweating, wondering how to handle this.

  “Sean,” Bentley said, unwilling to give up.

  How could the woman sound so calm while talking about someone else’s death? That had to be why she’d been chosen to take Bill’s place rather than Sean or Rowan. Gabby, of course, would have chosen Sean.

  “I work with her or not at all,” he said flatly.

  “He means it,” Rowan said. “I know because I work with him or not at all.”

  Gabby’s mouth fell open. They were standing up for her, protecting her yet again. In fact, Sean was willing to give up his life’s work for her and Rowan was willing to give his up for his friend. Now that was love.

  As much hurt and rejection as she’d endured as a child, she’d never thought to find this kind of acceptance. That she had, and with such a great man . . . tears once again filled her eyes, stinging.

  Sean misunderstood, bless him, and tugged her all the way into his body. She burrowed her head in the hollow of his neck. “We’re done with this conversation,” he said, his tone flat again. “Gabby and I are leaving. Don’t try to stop—”

  “I’ll go with her,” she said, the words muffled from his shirt. She placed a quick kiss just above his heart. “I’ll talk to her.”

  Tenderly he cupped Gabby’s cheeks, forced her to look up at him. “You don’t have to.”

  “I want to.” For you. For us.

  “Liar,” he said, but nodded stiffly. “She’s taking you to headquarters. I’ll follow. I’ll be in the building the entire time. You have nothing to fear.”

  “I don’t.” Not anymore. And if she knew Sean, and she was beginning to think that she did, he would find a way to be in the room—though no one would know it, the shadows his refuge.

  He grinned down at her, and she knew they were thinking the same thing.

  Gabby’s talk with Bentley lasted over four hours. Four hours of answering questions about Gabby’s personal life, her emotions, her intentions, all while hooked to a lie detector. It was embarrassing, strangely exhausting, and in no way enlightening.

  What made her maddest was that the woman had tried to get her to betray Sean. What could he do? Who had he talked to while they’d been together? Where had he taken her? Those were the only questions she’d refused to answer.

  When Bentley finished with her, she sent Gabby on her way without telling her what she meant to do with her. Hire her, forget her, or kill her.

  Sean was waiting in the hallway, hands shoved into his pockets. He’d showered, and his hair was damp, slicked back. He wore a black cashmere sweater and black slacks and God, he looked edible.

  He straightened when he spotted her, though he didn’t say a word. Just took her hand in his and led her underground to a parking lot. There he helped her inside a bright red Scorpion HX that had her drooling.

  “Yours?” she asked after he had maneuvered out of the lot, down a congested road, and then onto the highway. The moon was out, a tiny golden sliver in the sky, the night dark and quiet.

  “Yes.”

  So he clearly had money. At one time, she might have worried about that, thinking he deserved better than streetwise, poor her. Now, she just thought they belonged together. No matter what. And yeah, he would be buying her a Scorpion HX in yellow.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

  “Home.”

  Okay, his short and sweet answers were unnerving her. What was wrong with him? “To mine or yours?”

  No reply.

  She sighed. “Bentley didn’t tell me what she has planned for me. And you should know, she wanted to know all about you.”

  He surprised her by nodding. “That’s standard. She was testing your loyalty. And you should know the results in a few days. The waiting is another test, by the way. Rose Briar wants to see what you’ll do when you aren’t sure what they’ll do.”

  “So if I stick around, they’ll hire me?”

  “Not always. But you, yes, they’ll hire. They wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble to get you if they didn’t want you.”

  “Even though I’m apparently dangerous.”

  “Like I said, we’ll take care of that,” he said confidently.

  At least he was talking to her, really talking to her now.

  Sean pulled off the highway, took a few corners as if they were braced on rails despite the still-thick throng of traffic, and finally parked in front of a house in the middle of suburban paradise.

  He led her inside. A large home, like the one she’d once shared with her parents, only this one had dark leather furniture and there weren’t any photos on the walls or sitting on the mantel of the fireplace.

  “Yours?” she found herself asking again.

  He turned to her, expression unreadable. “I stay here when I need peace and quiet.”

 
She scrubbed her hands against her thighs, nervous. “Are you ready to talk to me, then?”

  He nodded, crossed his arms over his chest. “First, ask me again if this house is mine.”

  Gabby still didn’t know what was going on, what he was leading up to, and her nervousness increased. “Is it?” She licked her lips. “Yours?”

  He shook his head.

  She blinked in confusion. “Whose is it, then?”

  “Ours.”

  Ours. The word echoed through her mind, and she almost jumped up and down. “You—you want to live with me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Here?”

  “Here. Anywhere.”

  She covered her mouth with her hands to stifle her cry of happiness. Tears were once again pooling in her eyes. Was this really happening?

  “What’s mine is now yours. I mean, really. It should be. You have my heart, and everything else is just bonus. You told me the shadows don’t bother you, and I’m trusting you. I want to marry you, Gabby. I want to live with you. I want to hold on to you and never let you go. I love you. If you don’t want any of that, I’ll understand. I won’t like it, but I’ll understand. Only, you should know that I won’t give up. I’ll romance the hell out of you until you finally cave.”

  Her legs almost gave out. This was everything she’d ever secretly dreamed. “I love you, too. I love you and I want to marry you, live with you, be with you forever. You have my heart. Why not my life, too? But if you think that means you don’t have to romance me, you are in for a rude awakening.”

  “Thank God.” He strode to her, grabbed her up, and carried her upstairs. “I was prepared to get on my knees and beg if necessary.”

  She grinned. She just couldn’t help herself. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  He chuckled, and the beautiful sound washed over her. “Oh, I’ll get on my knees soon enough; don’t worry.”

  When they reached the bedroom, he tossed her on the mattress. They were too frantic with their desires to go slowly and ended up ripping each other’s clothes in their bid for skin-to-skin contact.

  They arched and strained together, hands everywhere, mouths devouring, tasting. Through it all, he was infinitely tender with her, careful of her wounds. She, too, avoided his bandages, but everywhere else was fair game. And when they came together, it was a promise, a homecoming. A prelude. He kissed every inch of her, telling her what he loved about her all the while.

  It was the sexiest, sweetest experience of her life.

  Afterward, panting and sweaty, they lay together. Holding each other, basking in the moment, the first real love either had ever known. This was unconditional, she knew. This was forever.

  “You were really going to give up your job for me,” she said, still awed by that fact.

  “Hell, yes. You’re the most important thing in my life.”

  A cell phone suddenly rang, echoing off the walls. Sean cursed under his breath, planted a kiss on the base of her throat, and rose to dig the phone from his pants pocket. “Sorry, but I have to take this. It’s the agency’s ringtone.” He pressed the device to his ear and settled back into the bed. “Agent Walker.”

  Gabby curled into his side, more content than she’d ever been.

  Frowning, he said, “Just a moment,” and handed the phone to her. She didn’t have to place it to her ear because he’d pressed “speaker.”

  “Yes?” she asked, confused.

  “We’ll see you at oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow morning, Miss Huit,” Bentley said, “when you’ll begin training for your first mission.” Click.

  She and Sean stared at each other for a moment, and then he began to smile.

  “You’re in,” he said.

  “Wow. That was fast.”

  “Well, like me, they obviously know a good thing when they see it.”

  Holy hell. They really were going to work together. Be together. Did life get any better than that?

  “Getting the job’s a treat, but I’d rather talk about something else.” She traced her fingertip around one of his nipples, then the other, before sliding her hand down and gripping his cock. “It’s my turn to tell you everything I love about you. So settle in, because this is going to take a while.”

  HUNTING

  TEMPTATION

  Lorie O’Clare

  CHAPTER ONE

  Seth Gere walked around a tree and paused, refusing to show his surprise. “Why don’t you agree to meet in a bar like normal people?”

  Jeremy Drury had appeared out of the shadows. Seth was sure of it. He’d agreed to meet his friend here, in the woods north of town. Call it his ego in full force, but he wouldn’t let Jeremy see how this place gave him the creeps.

  “I’m not normal people.” Jeremy didn’t give any indication he was joking.

  Jeremy was a character, possibly a street person, not that Seth would ever ask. Jeremy was one hell of a contact. And Seth needed answers.

  He gave a tight laugh, not willing to insult the man but unable to argue his statement, either. “So what can you tell me about Tray Long?”

  “He’s an asshole.” Jeremy stood in the shadows, making it hard to see his expression, but his growl proved he was being polite.

  “I already know he’s a waste of flesh.” Seth glanced around them, getting the oddest sensation they were being watched, although why anyone else would be in these woods on a moonless night beat the hell out of him. “He killed three people, did his time, and is out on parole. Now he’s skipped out and we’ve got two murders with no leads and his signature all over them. We’ll have DNA matches here in a day or so.”

  “You know he killed them.” Jeremy’s dark expression became visible in the shadows. His thick, almost black hair hung straight to his shoulders, but he didn’t look unkempt. If he did live on the streets, he had access to a shower. Jeremy rubbed his unshaven face and stared at Seth with steel-blue eyes. “Be at the Golden Grill tomorrow night around ten.”

  Seth glanced around him again, the uncanny feeling someone watched him making the back of his neck itch. “What’s happening tomorrow night at ten?” he asked.

  Jeremy was gone.

  “What the . . .” Seth looked around him, not even hearing a branch crack. “How the hell does he do that?” he grumbled under his breath, turning and heading out of the woods and back to his bike.

  No matter his efforts, walking around the trees was impossible to do without dead leaves crunching under his boots. Seth slowed, standing still, and strained against the darkness as he listened. There was someone watching him. He’d bet his next paycheck on it. He continued focusing on the darkness, willing something to move. The only satisfaction he had as he continued standing in dark, damp woods was that whoever watched him couldn’t see him any better than he saw them at the moment. His eyes were almost useless.

  “This is ridiculous,” he growled, breaking the silence around him and stalking back to his hog. It wasn’t exactly a lead, but he’d be at the Golden Grill tomorrow night, although he’d be damned if he knew why he was supposed to be there.

  He straddled his Harley, staring at the wet, gray cement in the small parking lot off the state park entrance, then raised his attention to the row of foreboding trees lining the edge of the parking lot. Paying attention to his gut feeling about things helped him in his line of work. Too often, following a hunch to where someone he’d been hired to find might be hiding out paid off more than pursuing a tangible lead from a reputable source. Seth wouldn’t go as far to say he was tuned into his senses. He wasn’t the sissy type. Seth had his reputation to uphold. And although women said they loved a man in tune with his inner self, they didn’t really. They sure as hell didn’t like a guy who admitted to such a thing.

  Not that Seth cared what women thought of him. At least he didn’t care what they thought of his mind. All he needed was the physical attraction. A good lay every now and life was good. The first sign he saw of a woman trying to figure him out, get under his skin, a
nd he was gone.

  There wasn’t anyone around to see him stare at what appeared to be nothing more than cement and the edge of the forest. He didn’t hear or see anything other than the dark woods and an empty parking lot. Jeremy had called Seth earlier, told him to meet out. Seth wasn’t sure what he expected when he arrived. It was always a hard call with Jeremy. The man had helped him crack more than one case in the past, though. Apparently Jeremy wasn’t coming back. Seth sat alone on his bike, still listening. He didn’t have a clue how to fine-tune his senses. What a hell of a trick, though, if he were ever to pull it off.

  I would see whoever is out there hiding and watching me.

  As he dug his gloves out of his leather coat and put them on, the prickling under the back of his collar intensified. Damn it. Was Jeremy watching him? And if so, what the fuck? Jeremy wasn’t nuts. The guy was different, but not in a “whacked in the head” way. Whoever it was, they weren’t coming forward, and Seth had shit to do. Kicking his bike into neutral, he roared it to life and pulled out from the edge of the small parking lot, then headed back into town.

  Jenna Drury lay with her tummy flat against the cold, damp ground. The chill of the earth helped soothe the heat burning inside her. Her brother had met with this human in the woods more than once now. If she came out and asked Jeremy why he was talking to the human male, Jeremy would lie to her, indifferent of how the lie would stink.

  Jeremy wasn’t a werewolf to mess with, but his preoccupation with the human worked to her advantage. She’d followed Jeremy this time and listened. Did he think Tray Long would be at the Golden Grill tomorrow night? And if so, why not kill the rogue werewolf and be done with it? The longer Tray Long hunted humans, the worse off he would make it for all of her kind.

  Jenna shifted her attention back to the human when his motorcycle roared to life and he drove out of the parking lot. He was tall for a human and muscular, too, built almost like her brother. She’d never thought she would find herself sniffing after a human, but this one had her intrigued. He looked rough with his black leather and his sandy curly hair falling past his collar. The leather coat he wore made his shoulders look even broader, and roped muscle bulged under his blue jeans. He was dangerous-looking, forbidden, and a mystery. Add good looks to that and Jenna lay with her body pressed to the forest floor, damn near drooling.