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by Rebecca Winters




  Praise

  Title Page

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  Copyright

  Welcome to the second book of Rebecca Winters’ brand-new trilogy, LOVE UNDERCOVER.

  An award-winning author, Rebecca Winters writes romances that pack an emotional punch you won’t forget! And her new miniseries is no exception.

  Meet Annabelle, Gerard and Diana. Annabelle and Gerard are private investigators. Diana is their hardworking assistant Each of them is about to face a rather different assignment—falling in lovel

  Their mission was marriage!

  Books in this series are:

  MARCH #3545 UNDERCOVER FIANCÉE

  APRIL #3549 UNDERCOVER BACHELOR

  MAY #3553 UNDERCOVER BABY

  Diana Rawlins had turned up at the hospital with amnesia and a baby in her arms! She didn’t remember how either of them had happened. Her husband, Cal, was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery—especially as that seemed to be the only way he could save his marriage!

  Rebecca Winters, a mother of four, is a graduate of the University of Utah. She has won the National Readers’ Choice Award, the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award and been named Utah Writer of the Year.

  What others have said about Rebecca Winters:

  Of Undercover Husband*

  “Once again Rebecca Winters delivers a topnotch reading experience as she expertly adds a little suspense to a wonderful romance...”

  —Romantic Times

  [*Linked to LOVE UNDERCOVER trilogy]

  Of Second-Best Wife

  “A rare gem with a stand-out premise, memorable characters, and an emotionally gripping story of forbidden love.”

  —Romantic Times

  Of Three Little Miracles

  “Featuring splendid characters and heart-tugging scenes, Ms. Winters spins a delightful tale in which love conquers all.”

  —Romantic Times

  “The first lady of Utah romance novels.”

  —Affaire de Coeur

  “Winters weaves a magic spell that is unforgettable.”

  —Affair de Coeur

  Undercover Bachelor

  Rebecca Winters

  TORONTO • NEW • YORK • LONDON

  AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG

  STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID

  PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND

  CHAPTER ONE

  “ARE you saying it was a man on your tour of France last year who made you pregnant?”

  Whitney Lawrence tried to hide her shock in front of her half sister Christine who was trying to keep Greg, her little five-month-old son, quiet by giving him another bottle.

  They’d met for a quick lunch at a crowded downtown Salt Lake restaurant near the law firm where Whitney worked.

  Up until this second, Christine had patently refused to tell the family who Greg’s father was. But all along Whitney had suspected it was one of the boys on Christine’s same tour bus, or a French boy she’d met in Paris or Nice. One moreover who didn’t have a clue he was now the father of the adorable little baby Christine was feeding right now.

  After a long interval Christine nodded. “He was wonderful to me, Whitney, and so good-looking. When he told me he loved me, I was so happy, I—I couldn’t help myself.”

  Bile rose in Whitney’s throat. “Did he force you?”

  “No. It wasn’t like that. Just the opposite in fact.” She tossed her head back to reveal tear-stained cheeks. “When he confided to me that he was separated from his wife who’d been seeing another man for a long time, I—I didn’t feel as guilty about getting close to him.

  “He said their marriage had been over for ages, and the only reason he hadn’t divorced her yet was because he was waiting until their four-year-old daughter was a little older and could handle it.”

  At that revelation Whitney’s hand froze around the extra baby blanket before she pulled it from the diaper bag to give Christine. There seemed to be a slight draft where they were sitting. Greg needed a little more protection.

  “Toward the end of the tour he thanked me for listening to him and admitted that he was falling in love with me. But he apologized for saying anything because he knew I was too young for him.

  “I told him I loved him, too, and I kissed him to prove it. One thing led to another, and you know what happened. The day before I had to fly home we planned to shop and spend some time alone together. But he wasn’t feeling well so I volunteered to pick up a toy he’d ordered ahead of time for his daughter.”

  “Did you end up paying for that, too?” Whitney was heartsick for her.

  “No. He gave me an envelope of money. When I returned with the package, he was feeling better. We made love again, but that was the last time. He never called or wrote me after I got back to Salt Lake.

  “That’s when I realized I’d been used. I vowed never to tell anyone. But then I found out I was expecting Greg.” Her voice broke. She lifted the baby to her shoulder to burp him.

  Whitney was proud of Christine, who had turned into a wonderful mother. But it had to be an overwhelming job without a husband’s support.

  “Oh, honey—” she murmured compassionately. To a naive, foolish eighteen-year-old teenager seeing the world for the first time, an attractive man’s exclusive interest meant love at first sight, no matter what fairy tales he told. It all went with the territory. And some unscrupulous male had preyed on that knowledge.

  “He didn’t even mention the word protection, did he?”

  The moment the question was out, her sister’s pretty features hardened. Whitney knew she’d hit a nerve. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I wish I hadn’t brought it up. Promise me you won’t say one word of this to Mom or Dad.”

  “I promise.”

  Whitney knew better than to press the issue. She wouldn’t get anything more out of her sister. In fact it was a miracle she’d revealed this much.

  Sitting back in the chair, Whitney toyed with her burrito, unable to eat it. Either a male teacher, the driver, or the tour guide was Greg’s father.

  The more she thought about it, the more she figured it was probably Christine’s French teacher, Mr. Bowen. After taking French from him for three years, she’d talked their mom and Whitney’s stepfather into letting her go on one of the student trips to France he organized twice a year. She’d been so crazy about him, she’d even nominated him for teacher of the year.

  What was the saying? These kinds of situations generally happened to people you knew well?

  The fiend was still running around loose with his students. No telling how many other willing teenage girls he’d talked into bed.

  As Whitney sat there eyeing Christine and her precious baby, her attorney’s mind conceived the idea to nail that lothario for seducing her young, vulnerable sister. He’d left her pregnant, alone, and would never have to pay a penny of child support.

  A stolen moment of pleasure for the jerk had changed the entire course of Christine’s life! He didn’t care that she had a reputation to preserve. Greg, at least, deserved to be given his father’s name.

  If nothing else, Whitney would find out who he was and make sure he got fired to prevent him from ever using his job to exploit other female victims again.

  Already she had a plan in mind to expose him. She couldn’t wait to get back to the office and put things into motion.

  “Tell you what, Christine. After I get home fro
m work this evening, I’ll come over to the house. You can get out with your friends, maybe go to a movie. I’ll tend my cute little nephew. I love to bathe and feed him. What do you say?”

  The suggestion seemed to brighten Christine’s spirits. “That would be wonderful. I’m so thankful I have you and the family. I’d never make it through otherwise.”

  “You’re not only going to make it through, you and Greg are going to have a wonderful life. I swear it.”

  “Comrade? Phil said you wanted to see me.”

  “I’m glad you got the message, Comrade. Come on in and shut the door. Someone from Interpol has been anxious to reach you.”

  Gerard Roche sat down in the chair opposite Roman’s desk. “So what’s new, boss? They hound me all the time to go back and work for them again. I always tell them I’m not interested. I like the skiing here just fine.”

  Roman smiled. “Amen to that. Besides, I’ve gotten used to my best PI solving the toughest cases. I refuse to lose you. If Yuri thought you were going back to Europe to work for Interpol again, I’m afraid you would have to answer to him, as well.”

  The mention of Roman’s elder brother Yuri brought a grin to Gerard’s face. Roman and Yuri Lufka, short for Lufkilovich, denoting their Russian ancestry, were two of Gerard’s best friends.

  There was nothing Gerard loved more than getting out on the ski slopes with both brothers who were not only great sportsmen, but phenomenal linguists. Together they managed to slaughter Russian, German, French and a few Slavic dialects at once, much to the amusement of their friends and colleagues. Yuri and his family flew to Salt Lake from New York every month for business and pleasure.

  Between all of them, plus the other PI’s and Gerard’s parents who resided in Alta, a mountain town thirty minutes from Salt Lake, Gerard’s life was full. If he moved out of the country, the opportunities to visit the people he loved would vanish.

  No way would he ever live in Europe again The avalanche that had claimed his wife’s life in Switzerland years ago had brought an end to many dreams. He had no desire to go back.

  “I’ve just finished tying up the loose ends on the Burrow’s case and am ready to take on a new one, Roman. How about a witness protection assignment in the mountains where I can trade off with one of the guys and still get in some serious rock climbing?”

  “When that case arises, you’ll be the first one to hear about it.”

  Gerard stretched his long legs out in front of him. “In other words, you’ve got something on the docket I’m not going to like.”

  Roman’s gaze scrutinized him. “I’m not sure. You don’t have to take it.”

  “Now you’re intriguing me.”

  “Interpol has had its eye on a man suspected of being a plant for a foreign government, probably eastern Europe, but they’re not sure. The name he’s currently using is Donald Bowen. The man has a wife and child. They’re still checking on the status of his wife.

  “For the last seven years he’s been posing as a French teacher at a high school here in Salt Lake. During that period, he’s been part of a group of teachers taking their students to France and Switzerland in the spring, summer.

  “It’s believed that during these trips, he acts as a go-between for an agent selling classified American military secrets to a Middle Eastern government. Unfortunately he has eluded Interpol’s best efforts.

  “Though you’re a civilian now, they’d like your cooperation and are willing to pay for your time to help catch him in the act. They’ll supply all the backup you need. It would mean traveling to France and Switzerland in June.”

  Roman eyed Gerard soberly. “If the memory of your wife, Simone, still hurts too much, then forget I said anything.”

  “It’s all right, Roman. I let go of her a long time ago. Otherwise I wouldn’t have enjoyed female company since then, particularly Annabelle’s—when she would let me.”

  At that remark, both of them chuckled. Gerard had liked Annabelle Forrester, another PI with the firm, more than any woman since Simone.

  It had been the now-very-married Annabelle who, when she’d first come to work for Roman, had found out Gerard had been christened Eric-Gerard because of his German father and French-Swiss mother. At that point in time Annabelle had insisted that everyone stop calling him Eric and start referring to him as Gerard. She thought his French name sounded much more exciting and romantic.

  Soon Diana, Roman’s private secretary, was calling him Gerard. What started out as a joke became the status quo as one PI after another followed suit. Roman finally made the decision that everyone call him Gerard so there would be no more confusion.

  Not only did Gerard find Annabelle highly amusing, she was smart and adorable, but a little too elusive at times. Or maybe he used that as an excuse because he hadn’t been ready to make another commitment that could end in tragedy.

  All the same, it was a bitter pill to swallow when Rand Dunbarton, Annabelle’s ex-fiancé and client, had moved to Salt Lake from Phoenix and had ended up marrying her. He was a lucky man and Gerard envied him.

  “My problem is, I haven’t been to Switzerland since the accident.”

  Roman folded his arms. “The trip will definitely stir up memories. For that reason I’m not pushing you on this one.”

  Gerard was pensive. “Maybe it’s time to face my ghosts.”

  “Only if you want to. Interpol will probably pay any fee you ask within reason to obtain your help. I’m told they’ve looked at other private detectives in the area, but naturally you’re their first choice because of your excellent work record with them, not to mention your fluency in French and German and your knowledge of Europe.”

  “Spare me the litany,” Gerard interjected. “Even I have to admit I’m a natural for the assignment.”

  “You are. No one else on this staff or any other would begin to qualify.”

  “Tell me what my cover would be.”

  “A divorced high school French teacher.”

  “You must be joking. A sort of glorified Kindergarten Cop?”

  That drew another chuckle out of Roman. “According to Brittany, and I quote, you bear ‘a superficial resemblence to Arnold Schwarzenegger, only you’re much better looking.’”

  Gerard’s brows lifted. “Your beautiful wife said that about me?”

  “She did.”

  “Were you jealous?”

  Again, the two men shared a quiet laugh.

  “Interpol has decided that only a teacher on the same tour can monitor this guy’s movements day and night without suspicion. He uses a local company called STI, Student Teacher International.

  “This agency flies a busload of Utah teachers and students to Paris where they connect with their European tour guide. Your job would be to help chaperone the students and get chummy with Bowen at the same time.”

  Gerard sat forward. “I’ve gone undercover in hundreds of ways, but I don’t like the idea of using kids to get the job done.”

  “Your target has no such compunction. That’s one of the reasons why Interpol wants to get the goods on this traitor so they can put him away permanently.”

  “When is all this going to happen?”

  “The tour leaves June fifth from Salt Lake International Airport on a special charter flying to Paris. You’ll be gone ten days for a tour of Eastern France and Switzerland.”

  “I assume Interpol has done all the paperwork?”

  “Take a look.” Roman pulled a passport out of an envelope sitting on the desk and handed it to him.

  They stared at each other. “I was their first choice? Hell, I was their only choice!”

  “That’s because you’re the best,” his friend said with convincing sincerity.

  Gerard didn’t have to peer inside to know his own picture had been put there along with all the false identification. Deciding to get this over with, he opened the cover and saw his image staring up at him. Hank Smith, age thirty-eight, male from Utah, issued by the San Francisco
office.

  “Hank Smith? I wonder which idiot came up with that one?”

  “Hank suits you, and there are more Smiths living in Utah than any other name. It all makes sense.” Roman winked. “According to the rest of the documentation, you’re a French teacher from St. George, Utah, who decided too late to sign up your own students. You’re willing to take any other teacher’s overflow and will pay full price for the opportunity so you’ll know how to organize for next year’s tour.”

  “High school kids, huh?”

  Roman flashed him a wry smile. “From what I understand, foreign language students are the better, more well-behaved bunch, but I have no doubts it will still be a challenge.”

  “That’s one way of putting it,” Gerard bit out

  “There’s a meeting next Wednesday night at the Salt Lake Library downtown where the students and teachers get acquainted. Then there will be a final meeting a week from Wednesday night at the same place to go over last-minute instructions and give out tickets. It’s all in here.” Roman handed him the thick envelope.

  “That next meeting is only four days from now.”

  “I won’t assign you anything else to give you time to prepare.”

  “I don’t know, Roman.”

  “If you can’t make a decision yet, then don’t. I’m still giving you the time off. Go rock climbing for a couple of days. That’ll clear your head. Call me when you know what you want to do. I’ll deliver the message to Interpol, whatever it is.”

  “Thanks, Roman. I’ll think about it.”

  “Next, please. Your name?”

  “Whitney Lawrence. Union High School.”

  “I don’t see... Oh, yes. You’re one of the students wishing to travel with Mr. Bowen, but he’s full. We’ve assigned you to Mr. Smith’s group.”

 

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