Release Date: September 18, 2018
nearly ruined his life. Now she needs him to save hers.
confidential files and turn them over to the CIA. But something went wrong—and
now Bliss has a target on her back. With no idea who to trust, she heads
straight toward the one man she hopes won’t turn her away.
mad computer skills. He hasn’t seen his former lover—former wife—in four
years, not since she nearly cost him his military career. Her arrival on his
doorstep in the middle of the night reveals a gut-deep truth—he might want
nothing to do with her, but he still wants her. And as much as he’d love
to slam the door in her face, Sky isn’t wired to turn away anyone in distress.
dangerous conspiracy, and someone is willing to do whatever it takes—including
kill—to get them back. It’ll take all Sky’s considerable black-ops skills to
keep Bliss safe—and all his willpower to resist falling into her bed, and her
life, ever again…
before snapping it closed with a growl. Why had he clicked it? Why? It’d been
in his inbox for a couple of days now. He’d been steadfastly ignoring it,
though he hadn’t been able to ignore the range of emotions it called up inside.
maddening part. He got up and headed for the kitchen, intent on getting another
beer and getting drunk before the night was over. He’d been over at Garret
“Iceman” Spencer’s house with his Alpha and Echo Squad teammates, drinking and
having a good time. Except he hadn’t been having all that great a time, mostly
because fucking Bliss’s message was preying on his mind. The fact she’d
messaged him at all, actually, because he still hadn’t read it at that point.
It took a lot of fucking nerve to contact him after so long.
was almost ten o’clock at night. It could be Mrs. Ernst wanting to borrow a cup
of sugar. The woman found an excuse to visit him every couple of days. Hell,
she didn’t even bake because she’d never once offered him a brownie or a
cookie, even when she insisted that’s what she needed the sugar for.
He went to the door and looked out the peephole.
sleek hair, full lips, wide-set eyes, an air of innocence that was an absolute
started to leave her standing there but he’d had enough to drink that his
inhibitions were down. He jerked the door open before he could think better of
wearing a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a tank top that clung to her
breasts. A Louis Vuitton bag hung from her shoulder. Of course it did. Bliss
liked her luxuries.
had to know. What the fuck was she doing here?
around her shoulders just like she’d thrown on a blanket to ward off a chill.
“Is that any way to talk to your wife?”
used to be.”
we’re not. Any obligation I had toward you is over.”
You think we’re going to have a tea party and discuss the past?”
but she launched herself at it. Wedged her small body into the opening. Her
eyes were wide, frightened. Determined.
once I’ve told you what’s going on, I’ll leave. Just give me a chance.”
Relished it. But, fuck, the fear on her face was real. He’d worked long enough
in Special Ops to recognize terror when he saw it. Part of him wanted to throw
her out anyway.
or cheating her way to a paycheck. Sure, she’d been working for the government
when she’d conned him, but it didn’t matter. She’d have done it for anybody who
he’d been drinking was messing up his bullshit censors and making him believe
she was really scared. Or maybe her acting had improved.
the door open. “Five minutes, Bliss. And it better be good or I’m throwing your
ass onto the street and I don’t care what happens after that.”
the parking lot and the street. Nothing moved—or nothing that was out of place,
anyway. A cat. A car that crawled past on its way out of the complex. A dog
barked. Someone shouted, but he couldn’t see them.
looking small and more vulnerable than he believed she was. There was a con
here somewhere, but he couldn’t see it yet.
one?” he asked, throwing her a glance from the coolness of the fridge.
onto the couch, kicking up his feet and crossing them at the ankles. “So what’s
the problem, Bliss? You piss somebody off?”
slowly to the floor. Like wax melting from a candle. Her shoulders sagged. Her
dark hair dropped over her shoulder and she pushed it back again. Her tank top
was black, her jeans tight. She wasn’t dressed in anything special, but she
tempted him more than he liked.
in a while he cast an eye in her direction. She chewed the inside of her lip
and one leg bounced up and down. Whatever was going on with her, she clearly
she’d betrayed him and left him to deal with the fallout from her bullshit.
He’d nearly lost his Army career because of her.
from his fingers and stabbing the button to turn off the television. He stared
at her. Her face was flushed as she tossed the remote onto the couch. “I want
you to listen. And then I want you to use that brain of yours and help me
figure out what to do.”
and now you want me to help you figure out what to do? What happened, Bliss?
You steal from the wrong person this time?”
looked away from him. “Apparently so.”