"They are. Our own mission control situation. A six-man team led by some guy named Chris who was a member of the Nightstalkers and flew missions over in Afghanistan. Plus, all their equipment. They'll run a military-style operation right from here.""Nightstalkers?" Stick lifted an eyebrow. "I read about them. Those are some real tough guys. They'll take care of this shit.""Only the pilot is a Nightstalker," Mason corrected him. "But they are all former military. Different branches, though.""Well, whatever." Stick shook his head. "We need help bad, that's for sure. Where you planning to house them?""I told Grey Holden, one of the partners, sleeping quarters wouldn't be a problem. We haven't used the second bunkhouse in some time. It can also serve as their headquarters while they're here.""Good idea. That would have been my suggestion, too."Mason pushed himself up from his chair. "They can't get here a minute too soon to suit me." He glanced at his watch. "Which, according t
Finally, the door on the other side of the chopper opened. The pilot leaped down to the ground and came around to greet Mason.Who nearly had a heart attack.Holy fucking shit. This was the team leader? Was this a joke of some kind?Standing in front of him was not the tough leader he'd expected, well-muscled and a hardened veteran of the battles in the sandbox. Instead, he stared at the woman who'd burned up his sheets in that hotel room a year ago. The one who wouldn't stay out of his dreams or his memory. The one he considered his omen of bad luck.Although her sunglasses partially obscured her face, there was no mistaking the delicate jawline or the body he'd explored every inch of. Lithe and slender, she came nearly to his shoulder. An Omega Team T-shirt fell softly against rounded breasts his hands had cupped and kneaded. Worn jeans clung to nicely curved hips and long, slender legs. High cheekbones highlighted an oval a face and a mouth with full lips—a face he knew he'd nev
"I wasn't expecting, uh, mixed company," Mason told Kris. "Sorry, but this is nothing more than a big, open room with beds and some tables and one bathroom. My housekeeper cleaned it up good for the team, but it's not exactly a co-ed facility." He rubbed his jaw, wondering if he was about to put his foot in his mouth. "I can offer you a room up at the main house, if you want."The look she gave him could have frozen fire. "I bunk where everyone else does. I've been leading this team for a year, and we don't usually have first class accommodations on an assignment. So, thanks, but I'm good."She turned and headed into the bunkhouse with a purposeful stride. Mason couldn't help noticing the flex of the muscles in her ass as she walked and the straight line of her slim body. It took major effort on his part not to remember her naked and under him.Damn! What the fuck? He better get his mind out of his pants. Of course, if he hadn't been able to forget her in a year, what made him think
He had an instant vision of Kris on horseback. With him. Seated in front of him in the saddle, her sweet little ass tucked up against his hard shaft, rubbing it as the horse trotted along. And if he didn't quit with those thoughts, he'd be in big trouble. He shifted in his chair, trying to ease the pressure in his jeans."Okay." Kris gave him a narrowed-eyed stare again. "Your turn."Mason unrolled the drawings he was holding. These people were all business, and they couldn't get started a minute too soon for him. He smoothed his hand over one of the maps, pressing down the corners."The Double R Ranch covers ten thousand acres and borders with Mexico here." He drew a line with his forefinger. "The Rio Grande is narrow enough to row across in minutes at that point, and certainly you can wade or swim it without a problem." He traced another line. "We spent a fortune installing barbed wire strategically enough to discourage people. We thought. But they just cut it. We fix it, and they
They had finished reviewing the video they'd shot and were checking their still shots against it one more time when Kris called a halt for the night."I think we've got everything burned into our brains," she told her team. "We'll go out again tomorrow. This time, two of you will be on horseback. Lane, you'll ride in the chopper with your sophisticated laptop. We'll drop some sensors and see what kind of reading you get, checking out the area from the ground at the same time."Everyone nodded and made noises of agreement.Kris pulled a hoodie from her duffel, zipped the bag up again, and tossed it up on her bunk.Lane was at the table where he was back to working at his laptop. "Going somewhere?" he asked when she moved past him."Out for some air." She shrugged into the hoodie and tugged up the zipper. "Need to stretch my legs a little.""Okay. I should have the map set up in here by the time you get back. In the morning, we can discuss where we're going to place the sensors fir
She swallowed. "I…didn't expect the client to be you. If you recall, we never exchanged introductions that night we spent together, so when Grey gave me the assignment the name meant nothing.""And I didn't expect my hot-shot chopper pilot and team leader to be the woman who burned up the sheets with me a year ago.""I-I didn't think we'd ever see each other again," she stammered."Neither did I. Especially since you ditched me before I even opened my eyes the next morning."She lowered her gaze for a moment. "I was frightened by the intensity of what we had. I still am, to tell the truth. And I was at a major crossroads in my life. Not more than a couple of weeks out of the service. Starting a new job. I didn't want anything to distract me."He nipped her chin. "Is that what I was? A distraction?"She caught her lower lip between her teeth. "I was afraid you were going to be a lot more.""I thought you were my bad luck charm." He gave a humorless laugh. "Right after that, we st
Mason entered the house, but the combination of irritation and sexual frustration was eroding his personal discipline."Something got your shorts in a bunch?"Martina DeRosa, his housekeeper, was setting up the big coffee pot in the kitchen. She raised one eyebrow."Sorry. It flew out of my hands.""Uh-huh." She gave him one of her up and down looks. "The expression on your face says different. Don't tell me it's that female out there.""I'm not telling you a thing. Anyway, she's got nothing to do with anything. She's here to do a job. Period."Martina snorted. "Fine. Whatever you say. But you've got the same expression on your face you had when you came back from Dallas a year ago. And you had it all through dinner. You better hope I'm the only one who noticed you've got a stick up your butt.""Don't you know mouthy housekeepers get fired?" he snapped."You'd be lost without me, and you damn well know it. Mason, it's about time you found yourself a woman and settled down, and
Mason finished the last bite of toast and ran his gaze over Kris. She was dressed again in a The Omega Team T-shirt and worn jeans, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Only the ball cap from yesterday was missing. Did she remember what happened last night? The electricity that shocked the air around them? The heat that scorched them with that kiss was so erotic, he was hard for hours afterwards. He was stunned at the intense attraction between them, stronger than he'd ever felt for another woman, even his so-called almost-fiancée.He shifted in his chair, adjusting his jeans, and cleared his throat. "So what's the plan for today?"She took a last swallow of her coffee. "Are you good to go up in the chopper with me again today?"Mason finished his own coffee and set down his mug. "Another flyover? What are you going over today? I thought we saw pretty much everything yesterday.""I want to get a better feel for the area, plus follow the Rio Grande for a ways and see what other land
Shannon rubbed her forehead. It seemed she was the only one who thought she and Owen had something together. Had she misread the silent signals?No! I didn't! If I just had the chance to—Stop it. Too many tears over spilled milk.Swallowing a sigh, she leaned her head back against the chaise and closed her eyes. Bad idea.At once an image of a naked Owen swam into her mind, the hard muscles of his body defined in a half-light, his thick cock pointing straight at her, his eyes filled with hunger. Silently he held out a hand to her, reaching for her."I want you." His voice sounded deep and guttural."I want you, too. Why did you leave me?""We'll talk later. Right now I just want to taste every bit of you and sink into your body.""All right." She put her hand in his, but as soon as she touched him, he began to fade and disappear."No," she cried. "Don't leave. Please come back.""I'm here, Shannon.""No." She wanted to cry as she tried to grab for him again. "No, you're n
"But where on earth did he go?"Shannon sat on the couch in her living room, feet pulled up, hugging her knees.At the end of the terrifying day that still gave her nightmares, Owen had brought her home. He had stayed with her every minute. When they gave their statements to the police, he'd been by her side, holding her hand. When the cops interviewed her about the entire situation, Owen stuck by her side. With his help, she managed to avoid reporters. He'd fed her and held her and soothed her when she kept reliving the nightmare moment.And then he'd just packed his go-bag and told her he had to leave. She still visualized the pain on his face when he walked out. She hadn't imagined the connection between them.If it hurt so much for him to walk away, why did he think he had to leave? She'd been so sure they could take the opportunity to explore something real between them."Owen is a very complex person," Athena told her. "He's had a hard life, faced a lot of scary stuff during
Shannon shook her head. "We never get much information. Just the profile of the people who will be playing the game and the goals the client wants to accomplish.""The client is a very high-profile hedge fund. They have a lot of money—billions—passing through their hands, so the CEO wanted to make sure he had a staff that worked well together to handle it all.""And?" She made a "come on" gesture with her fingers."Jay Novak has been trying to plant a bug in your game to then allow him to access the hedge fund accounts once they loaded the game onto their computers."She stared at him. "Are you serious?""As a heart attack.""So his big plan was to get into the hedge fund files and steal money?" Her head was spinning."You got it. Jacquie said the bug he tried to plant would have sucked money out and left no trace. It would manipulate the accounts so it didn't affect the balance. Nobody would know unless they tried to move funds in a legitimate transaction.""But—" She stopped
Owen questioned the security guard at length before they left the building. Shannon checked the log to see who had signed in that day, swearing under her breath when she saw all three of the people she and Owen discussed had been in and out."But not all together," she pointed out."Maybe by design," he answered. He took a snapshot with his phone of the page with their log times on it before herding her out of there."I'm going to make a quick stop to pick up some food," he told her. "I think we'll pass on the ribs right now and get something easy to handle. I know you want to get started on this as soon as you can, but you also need to eat.""God." She leaned back against the seat, rubbing her face with her palms. "I can't believe this is happening. This is just too outrageous for simple jealousy.""Don't discount it, though," he warned. "Jealous people do terrible things."At home, she copied the file from her hard drive onto to a thumb drive then wiped it completely from her l
He studied her face for a long moment, trying to read her. She'd said she had no jilted boyfriends—did people even use that word now?—but Grey had uncovered a contradiction. Maybe their definition of the word differed from hers."Tell me about Peter Maguire," he said at last."Oh, for god's sake." She took a heavy swallow of the wine. "That little weenie?"Owen couldn't help laughing. "Doesn't make him sound too attractive.""He's not." She twisted her lips in a grimace. "I think nothing short of desperation would make a woman accept a date with him.""According to what Grey learned, he's been telling his friends you gave him a raw deal. Wrote him off. He intends to show you who has the upper hand.""More like a limp wrist." She snorted. "Or maybe a limp dick." A sudden blush suffused her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I—""Hey!" Owen held up a hand. "Works fine for me.""And just how did Grey find all this out in such a short period of time?"Owen shrugged. "He has his sources. I never
Owen looked around, taking in every detail of the place Shannon had chosen."You picked a winner here, Shannon. No doubt about it. No false advertising here."La Zamira was just as she'd promised. The medium-sized restaurant had a full house, the air redolent with the scents of spices used in the excellent Cuban cooking. The tostadas—Cuban bread buttered and toasted on a grill—along with the scrambled eggs and seasoned sausage had just hit the spot. Now, he enjoyed his second cup of café con leche—coffee with warm milk—and thought he hadn't felt so at peace in more than fifteen years.Sad, Cormier. Very sad.But he'd chosen this life. Or maybe it had chosen him. Shannon McRae was an anomaly. The one night they'd spent together two years before had been burned into his brain. But last night surpassed even the memory. He didn't want to admit the reason might be because now he had a name to go with the face and body and information to form a picture of the woman herself. He'd long a
Shannon was a habitual early riser. During the week, she liked to get in a half hour of yoga before getting ready for work. It helped her deal with the physical stress of sitting in front of a computer all day and the mental stress of the complicated projects she worked on. Saturday and Sunday she slept in a little but not much. She liked her cup of coffee on her patio in the morning, sometimes even rising early enough to catch the end of sunrise.But this morning, when she opened her eyes, everything had seemed different. For one thing, her body felt pleasantly sore in a lot of interesting places. For another, the heady scent of male clung to her bedclothes and her body. And for a third, sunlight poured in through the blinds she'd forgotten to close last night.Oh, wait! She wasn't even in her room. She was…in Owen's room.She curved her lips in a smile of immense satisfaction. Last night had been not just every bit as outstanding as the first one they'd spent together but even bet
Even as limp and lax as she felt, desire still coursed through her. They were far from done. When he stretched out next to her, she took a moment to once more drink in the magnificence of his body. His head might be screwed up, but he was an incredible male specimen. She knelt beside him and, as he'd done to her, bent down to capture one of his hard, flat male nipples in her mouth.She heard the hiss of intake of his breath as she closed her teeth over the beaded point and bit lightly then dragged her teeth along the surface. She slid her hand down the flat planes of his abdomen in a lingering caress, tangling her fingers in the nest of public curls until she reached his heavy swollen shaft. When she closed her fingers around him and gave a gentle squeeze, a low moan rumbled from his throat. She squeezed harder and coasted her fingers up and down even as she nibbled again on his nipple."Jesus, Shannon," he hissed. "Take it easy or I'll never get to the main event."She swallowed a
The moment they were in the room, Owen thrust his fingers into her hair and cradled her head in his big palms."I swore to myself ten times over I had no business doing this." Strain made his voice gruff and tight. "But fuck, Shannon. Somehow you're in my blood. This is either gonna kill us or cure us."Cure. She clutched at his upper arms to anchor herself. Please let it be the cure.His mouth came down on hers in a kiss far gentler than she anticipated. His lips were warm and unexpectedly soft, pressing with a light touch against hers, the contact stealing her breath. He held the kiss for the beat of several seconds. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he traced the closed seam of her mouth, sending shivers through her body."Open for me," he murmured against her lips.When she did, his tongue swept in like an arc of flame, scorching every place it touched her. He tasted of mint toothpaste and pure masculine male, a heady combination. She moved her own tongue against it, engaging