Thursday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.GRANT WAITED ANOTHER THREE seconds, just long enough for Melody to take a deep breath and clear her mind before following her out onto the patio.The sun had fully set. The party was a constant backdrop, but thanks to the creative landscaping they couldn't see the pool and people in the pool couldn't see them. No, if it weren't for the noise it would just be them, this bit of earth and that spectacular view of the ocean.Melody sat on a sectional sofa in the corner. Probably because she'd been blocked from view by him inside the bungalow.This chasm that had opened between them couldn't remain.He wouldn't let it.They had to figure out a way through this."It's not like you to walk away from me," Grant said."Maybe I've learned my lesson?" She kept staring out at the ocean glittering under the moonlight.He stepped into her line of sight, forcing her to look at him. Her gaze flicked to his face and he took the full brunt of her
MELODY STARED AT GRANT. She'd never seen him so alive, so full of feeling. It was strange, almost like she'd been dropped in another dimension. One where Grant had emotions and shared them.In all the time they'd been together he hadn't told her half that stuff. Normally it seemed like he could take or leave her. The idea that under that stoic exterior he had this kind of passion simmering for her was a surprise. It also turned her on. Then again, a lot about Grant did that."Say something, damn it," he muttered."I'm taking it all in." One thing just didn't fit. "What do you mean, my space, my time?""Just, how you are, you know? You don't always like me in your space and how you like to take things slow. There's nothing wrong with that. That's what I'm trying to say."Her world shifted dangerously.That wasn't her at all. It wasn't what she wanted."Grant, I hate that we only do us things maybe once between jobs." She wanted a better word for hate, but right now that wa
The rational thing would be to rush to a bedroom or take this somewhere else. But Melody didn't want to wait a moment longer.Her normally restrained man answered her request with a kiss. Grant's hands kneaded her ass, moving her over him. She groaned against his mouth. Her breasts ached, her body hummed with arousal and need made her desperate.Melody managed to get a hand between them and hooked her thumb in the waistband of the ridiculous swim trunks he was wearing. The one nice thing was that they made accessing easy. She was able to get her hand inside his clothes and fist his cock with no belts, buttons or zippers. Maybe the trunks weren't such a bad idea.It was Grant's turn to groan.She loved that sound. It was honest, full of want and when she heard it she knew he was going to pounce.Sure enough, Melody's back hit the cushions a moment later. Grant pinned her to the sofa with his hips, his cock still in her hand."Slight problem with this plan." He lowered until
Friday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.GRANT SOAKED UP THE silence. In this moment, just after dawn, when the world was still quiet he could almost believe the lie that everything was fine. Soon enough the bubble would burst. Reality would intrude, but he wanted to hold on to this moment.Melody's fingers swiped across his skin, just under his collar bone, tracing the tattoo."What does it mean?" she whispered.He was surprised she hadn't asked sooner. Truth was, he felt kind of silly having a tattoo in the first place. He didn't regret it though."Laugh now, cry later," he said, but it wasn't his voice he heard.Grant breathed in the salty air, holding tight to the present.Melody kept quiet, waiting him out as if she knew this was something he had to come at slowly."First deployment there was this guy, real loud personality. We didn't much like each other in the beginning. Whenever someone would start complaining about pushing too hard or things getting too tough he'd
Friday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.MELODY WASN'T A FAN of wigs. At best they were itchy and hot, especially with her long hair to contend with. She liked wearing one even less in the tropical heat. But necessity dictated that her appearance needed to be as far from what was expected as possible. So she'd donned the blonde wig with its chunky bangs, sunglasses and too bright lipstick.Spy craft wasn't something she'd learned much about as a cop. Her specialty was in hostage negotiations. Once she'd achieved that level her time as a beat cop was over. But spy craft was a large part of their job and it was of the areas she was most intrigued by. Given that one of their chief operations officers was a former Mossad spy, Melody knew she was learning from the best. One of the rules she'd been taught was that the goal was never to just change clothes. If she went from wearing a dress to jeans and a T-shirt, she still looked like herself. The challenge was in changing roles. Shape. Take the exp
GRANT STARED AT MELODY, her revelation hitting him like a bunch of rocks.She'd been a cop? His Button?She was maybe five foot five and if he had to guess somewhere around one-hundred-and-twenty pounds. They let people that petite be cops? He honestly didn't know.Had Zain mentioned that?Grant honestly couldn't say. The introductory meeting had been a blur. He had some vague impression that Melody had handled PR for a few different companies. She'd never talked about her old jobs, just like she didn't talk much about anything. She didn't share, never let anyone in. And this was somehow his fault?She made a disgusted sound and spun away from him."Wait." Grant grabbed her by the wrist and spun her back around to face him.Her glare was full of anger.He let go of her and held his hands up. "How was I to know that when you never tell me anything?""Never tell you anything?" Each word built up heat until he felt the full blast of her anger. "How about you never showin
Friday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.MELODY STARED DOWN AT their hostages. The first poor soul who'd been stupid enough to follow her. She'd walked straight up to the guy, flirted, touched his arm and the man had gone with her.Grant had come out of nowhere and clocked the hell out of the guy so hard she'd thought he was dead.Their second hostage hadn't gone down as easy. He'd seen where his friend had gone, followed and though Melody and Grant thought they were ready for him, they hadn't been. They'd taken a bit of a beating before getting the best of the guy.The third they'd grabbed on his way back to the house, catching him completely unaware.They all had those pills on them."I can't understand what they're saying." She held out the hand-held radio to Grant.He shook his head. "I'm not going to understand either.""Is this enough?" She glanced at their prisoners sitting bound on the garage floor of the vacation house. It was hard to gauge the worth of a man she didn't k
Friday. Target's Hideout, Ibiza Town, Ibiza.GRANT WAS GRATEFUL FOR the time they'd spent studying the streets surrounding their target's location. He and Melody dashed through alleys, cut across two yards and now crept through the dense, leafy plants running along the neighbor's property.Sirens wailed in the distance.People were out on the street.No matter what happened, there would be witnesses. Whoever was behind this couldn't shut all these people up. That would work in their benefit.They came to a stop at the fence. He turned back to look at Melody."Up and over," she said."I'll go first."She nodded and went to a knee, weapon drawn, looking through the narrow slats in the fence.Grant surged to his feet, using his momentum to vault over the fence. He hit the ground and went low, guns up.Not a soul stirred on this side of the house. All the activity was on the street side.Melody landed softly next to him."Up through that window." She gestured at