PART ONE: Escape the NightAnya Kane raced through the dark streets, hugging the walls of buildings, her own footsteps echoing so loudly in her ears she was sure Virgil could hear her. She struggled for air, lungs burning, her side aching from running so far and so fast, but she couldn't stop. Her face throbbed where he'd slapped her and she could still feel the bruising imprint of his fingers on her breast when he'd come into the room.Virgil!God, what an idiot she was. She'd escaped one house of horror only to end up in another. Fleeing her home town of Burdette to the city had been the only way to get out of the awfulness that had been her home. Home? That was a laugh. Four walls that hid secrets of coldness and brutality. She'd had such hopes when she settled in San Antonio. Even when the first job didn't pan out, she kept going. Pushing ahead.Leaping from the frying pan into the fire.She could still hear the steady weeping, then the unholy scream, and the men arguing in lo
"Sorry the place is a little messy." Gus D'Amato unlocked the door to his condo and swung it open, gesturing for Anya to enter. "I wasn't really expecting company tonight.""I'm sorry," Anya began, but Gus stopped her."No problem, Anya. Just preparing you for a bachelor's place.""Oh." She managed a tiny smile as he ushered her into the living room. What she noticed wasn't any clutter but the magnificent view of downtown San Antonio from his living room. One entire wall was comprised of glass. From the vantage of the building's fifteenth floor, she could see nearly all the city spread out before her."Wow!" was all she could managed.Gus came up behind her, almost but not quite touching her. "I sometimes forget how impressive this is. Would you like a drink? Coffee? Tea?""Just a glass of ice water, please."He led her to a long leather couch and waited until she'd settled at one end of it. Anya was grateful for the fact that he hadn't asked her one question during the ride fro
Six months laterAnya smiled as Gus turned out the bathroom light, stripped off his boxers and slid into bed beside her. She loved the feel of his big, hard body and the warmth it exuded. She still could hardly believe everything that had happened since that night she'd called him afraid for her life. In the past six months Virgil Branson had been arrested for running a prostitution ring, one that was backed by a major cartel and that sent its women all over the world. Sold them off like a piece of merchandise.Anya, Stella and Amy had been star witnesses in his trial. Now her friends had been relocated, Virgil was in a federal prison, and she and Gus were building a life together. Something she never could have imagined in her wildest dreams.Gus slipped an arm beneath her and pulled her toward him. She loved the feel of his body against hers, hard muscles beneath smooth skin. And he always smelled so good—that delicious combination of soap, outdoors and male that was distinctive
He reached for their pillows and pulled them beneath her, piling them so her body could rest on them. Anya shivered with anticipation. The first time Gus had taken her from behind she'd been scared, aroused, panicked, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. But as with everything else, he'd been slow, loving, tamping down his own rising need to arouse her to the point where she wanted it as much as he did.But still, he'd never taken her there. Would tonight be the night? As she'd come to know Gus over the past six months she'd learned he was a man of great sexual appetites. She'd also discovered he kept a large part of himself tucked away, leery of frightening her, knowing how her short brush with Virgil and his operation had traumatized her. Didn't he know she trusted him more than any other man she'd ever met? That she was ready for whatever he wanted? Desired?She wiggled her buttocks, hoping to send him a signal of some kind.His chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting anxious, are
There were ten people in the conference room down the hall from Gus' office. Anya knew two of them by name. The others were all strangers except for her boss, Jimmy Broughton. Everyone had full mugs of coffee and another pot was brewing on a little table in the corner. She tried to make sense of what everyone was saying but her brain seemed to be stuck in first gear. Nothing had penetrated since Gus had delivered the terrible message.She sat next to Gus, inwardly quaking but doing her best to maintain outward control. In her hastily donned jeans and t-shirt she felt not only rumpled but also exposed, as if everyone in the room could see beneath her clothing and identify what she and Gus had been doing.Although he was all business, Gus had taken her hand in his,holding it tightly, his warmth and strength seeping into her with a reassurance she desperately needed."That's the oldest trick in the book," he said again. "Pretend to be sick, get transferred to the prison infirmary and t
Anya unpacked the suitcase that had been left for her with almost no interest. She appreciated the fact that someone had gone to the trouble of learning—or doing a good job of guessing—her sizes and tried to pick things that would please her, but clothes were the last thing on her mind. Her movements were almost automatic as she put way her things and Gus' in the heavy oak dresser and the big walk-in closet. Gus was in the living room with John Randolph, the agent who'd met them at the landing field and driven them here to this nice quiet neighborhood.John had walked them through the house, showing them all the security precautions—the sensors around the outside of the house, the cameras both on the roof and in the trees that fed into a computer in the den, the trip wires around the doors and windows. Now the two men were working out their on-duty schedule. She hoped John took the nights so she could feel Gus' warm body next to hers at night. Otherwise she wasn't sure she could sleep
By the time Gus returned to the bedroom She was shivering as much from fear as from the cool air. She needed Gus' warmth to chase away the chills and the terror. When Gus climbed into bed beside her she went into his arms and huddled against him."I still don't know how you can even touch me," she whispered. "You know, after everything I told you.""What you told me was not about you," he told her. "It was about Virgil Branson and his evil business. I know what happened tonight brought it all back, darlin', but nothing Virgil didor threatened to do—could make a difference in who you are or the way I feel about you. You've come so far, Anya. We're building something so good. Don't let him take it from you. From us.""Oh, Gus," she half sobbed. "Help me.""Close your eyes," he instructed. "That's it. Now. Just think about me. This is my hand moving over you. My mouth sucking and drinking. My tongue lapping at your body. Just me, Anya. Just me."His hand drifted across her breasts, c
Despite all the activity of the night before—of all kinds—Gus was up at six the next morning, too jittery to stay in bed. He showered and dressed as quietly as he could, tucking the covers around Anya's chin and brushing a kiss across her forehead before heading for the kitchen. In sleep her face was unguarded and vulnerable and his heart ached for what she was going through. When he found the son of a bitch who'd sprung Branson they'd have a hard time keeping him from taking the guy apart with his bare hands.It still amazed him that so much had grown between him and Anya since the night she'd called him, frantic for help. Her story had made his gut burn,with anger at people like Branson who were nothing more than flesh peddlers. She'd been the key to unlock the case he'd been trying to build against Branson, an unexpected gift dropped into his lap.And out of that had come a relationship that reached into the darkest corners of his soul and gave them light. It had taken a lot of pa
Rachel sat in a chair at her kitchen table, cradling a hot mug of tea in her hand. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there. Hours, probably. Gabe had tried repeatedly to get her to go to bed but she seemed stuck in one place, unable to move. The shock of seeing Lincoln Harris walk into her house, in a role she never would have ascribed to him, learning he headed a global terrorist organization, had frozen her into virtual immobility. And that he had been cold-hearted enough to kidnap his own parents. She was stunned at both the vileness of the act and the revelation of Lincoln Harris as an international terrorist. How could he have involved his own parents? Put their lives in danger>She realized with a sick feeling that this was a man with no conscience, no morals, no scruples. Her heart ached for Sam and Loraine and what they would have to face with this stunning revelation.Her house had been filled with men dressed in black, speaking in low tones. Dan Killian himself ha
The blinds weren't closed so he could see what was happening outside. At the same time, he needed to keep below the level of the window sills. He'd taken the comm link Killian had given him, put on the thin wire headset and adjusted the earpiece."Ready," he whispered into the tiny mic."We're set," came back the voice of Randy Knowles, the team leader. "Red Team just called me that the guys we're looking for should be here within fifteen."Rachel turned on the bedside lamp, walked across the floor in front of the window, stretched, walked back to the bed and snapped off the light. Gabriel crouched low, pushed back his bight vision monocular and opened the blinds, slanting them just enough to let in the moonlight., allowing them to see out but no one to see inNow there was nothing to do but sit and wait. Gabe positioned himself in the living room where he could see both the front and back yards of the house. He'd taken a big chance, telling Rachel what he wanted. He hadn't even ma
"Quick shower," Gabe told Rachel. "We'll be out of time any minute now."He snagged his phone on his way through the room, reached into the stall to turn on the shower and stood Rachel on her feet inside. She clung to him for a moment, getting her balance."You certainly soothed my jangled nerves," she told him, grinning."Mine too."He climbed into the shower with her and adjusted the spray to cover both of them. But instead of reaching for the soap, he pulled her close to him and put his mouth to her ear."Rachel, I have something I want to say to you and I want to do it now, because it's always possible something could go wrong tonight."She froze. "You said I'd be safe. I believe in you, Gabe. In your ability to take care of me.""That's not what I meant." He let out a long, slow breath. "This…thing I'm involved in. Tonight may be what finally brings it to a head."When he paused, she said, "And?""And I have to tell you you're more than just a now-and-then person to me. Y
Things to say to her? Rachel felt a band suddenly tighten around her chest. Surely he wouldn't be the kind of man to have sex with her then dump her just before a critical operation, would he? Especially when she had a crucial role to play. Or was she just fooling herself. Had it just been the hot sex all along?He placed her on the bed, drawing the covers back first. In seconds he had her stripped of every piece of clothing, his eyes burning into her while he removed his own. She already felt her nipples bead involuntarily, her pussy muscles quiver and the liquid of her arousal seep out to the insides of her thighs. How could she want, desire—need—this man so incredibly much when she got so little of him? And when he was probably tuning up for the big farewell scene.But like it or not, there it was. Over the eighteen months of their—whatever you wanted to call it—he'd become like a drug she was addicted to. She'd given over complete control of her body to him, reveling in every ero
Rachel felt as if she'd been tossed into a giant mixer, spun around multiple times and dumped into a black void. Killian walked to a corner where he made a series of calls in a very quiet voice, to Gabe's obvious irritation. She'd barely gotten her wits together after fleeing from her house and ending up someplace in the woods, before a helicopter landed in the side yard and Killian was giving orders. What she hadn't been prepared for was Gabe obstinately digging in his heels and refusing to leave until he knew exactly what was happening. And insisting—no, demanding—that she stay put."You wanted action," Killian pointed out. "I'm giving it to you. That phone call gave me an idea.""Then we'd better let them find me on our own terms," he argued. "Let me call the shots. My gut tells me we're very close to finding out who the big man is. I refuse to pass up this opportunity."Killian shook his head. "That's exactly what I have in mind for you.""What you have in mind? Care to clue me
"The puzzling thing from the beginning," his boss said, "was how they managed to lock onto you tonight.""I agree. For two years I haven't given them any cause to suspect me of anything. Even when you managed to block some of their plans through info I gave you, I put myself in the line of fire so they wouldn't look at me crosswise. In fact," he went on, "I moved into the position of team leader thanks to a message from the head nut himself. Damn it. I was this close to finding out who he is.""What about your very rare off times, when you came here to visit Miss…Rachel?"Gabe shook his head. "Not even someone with the best skills could follow the routes I take. It has to be something else.""Then someone who saw you in your role as part of the cell spotted you tonight and put out the word.""But I've only been two places tonight—the blind apartment to change clothes and the Harris Foundation fundraiser.""Wait a minute." Rachel shrugged off Gabe's arm and sat up straight. "You s
"Listen, Rachel…" Gabe began.She shook her head. "I have a right to know what's going on. You'll have to tie me up to make me stay up here."From somewhere he dredged up a grin and a hot light flamed in his eyes. "Hold that thought for a better time." His face sobered. "I know you're exhausted and the workout I just gave you didn't help."She shook her head. "I told you. Some coffee and I'll be fine. Now. Are you going to help me find clean clothes to wear or do I sashay downstairs in nothing but this robe?"Gabe threw up his hands. "Fine. All right. I guess I wouldn't feel the way I do about you if you could be pushed around. But you follow my lead in everything. Agreed?"The way he felt about her? Exactly what did that mean? Something inside her unfolded and surged through her. Was it hope? Anticipation? Some emotion she'd deliberately kept buried? Hopefully when this was all over she'd have a chance to find out. But right now they had other things to worry about.She nodded h
Gabe put his hands at Rachel's waist and lifted her to the low, built-in seat in the corner. Now it was his mouth on her nipple, sucking it and grazing it with his teeth. One hand drifted between her thighs, urging them apart. Fingers probed between the lips of her pussy, seeking her wet warmth. His thumb grazed over her clit, sending flashes of heat through her."You're always so ready for me," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Sometimes in the dark of night I think about it and my cock gets as hard as a spike. If you were right there with me then, I'd ride you so hard you'd never stop coming."She always loved the way he talked to her, the things he said, telling her in detail what he was going to do to her, the words heating her blood and adding to the stimulation of his hands and his mouth.Shifting his lips to her other nipple, he slid two, then three fingers into her quivering vagina. Automatically she began to ride his hand, arching to give him better access to her breasts. His
Gabe was so gentle with her Rachel nearly cried. The shock of the night's events had caught up with her. She stood, shivering, as he peeled off her top and slacks, then positioned her in the shower so the spray hit her just right. He brushed her wet hair away from her face, stroking her cheek with his long fingers. Even the hot water couldn't seem to warm her up, so Gabe pulled her tight against his naked body, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.They stood there, water pouring down on them, creating a mist that wrapped around them like a cocoon. Somehow as his hands stroked her and his body warmed her she forgot about shivering and being scared. Her brain locked onto one thing—she and Gabe were naked, skin-to-skin in this shower. She closed her eyes and for a moment wished she was back at the foundation party, the orchestra playing something warm and mellow in the background, Gabe moving her to the music with a familiar fluid grace.But now they were locked in an erot