"I have just the agent for you," Grey assured Shannon. "He won't even look at you as a woman. I promise.""No?" Shannon had a brief flash of manic hysteria. Not look at her as a woman? "Is there something wrong with him?""Not at all. He's just the consummate professional. Polite, alert, ready for anything."Athena nodded. "He served three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. If I tell you it burned out much of his soul, I know you'll understand. He's been through some very tough times, a lot of which he continues to deal with, and he's still isolating himself from people on a social level. We have no idea how dangerous this person we're dealing with here is. Or persons, for that matter. If I were in your situation, Owen Cormier is the one I would want watching my back. Also my front and every area around me."Shannon felt a stab of sympathy for the man she hadn't even met yet. She had to wonder if he was anything like—Stow it. He's gone and you'll never see him again. Time to move alo
Owen Cormier turned off the ignition in his truck and sat back in the driver's seat. He had parked to the side of the long, low warehouse building, away from the few windows the place sported.So if they don't see you, there's still time to run?Maybe, he told the voice always chattering in his head. Ever since the last mission in Central America, the voice had been with him all the time. He and his team had fought a bloody battle taking out one of the most vicious drug cartels in operation, a group funding terrorists on a global platform with its income from the sale of its merchandise. It had been his third tour and time for him to get out.But to where? That was the question plaguing him. He had no home to go back to. He'd enlisted right out of college twelve years earlier. His parents had divorced—bitterly and very messy—so he had no so-called family nest to return to. He hadn't formed any lasting personal relationships because he didn't want to take the baggage off to war with him
Owen stared at the woman, remembering every inch of her small yet curvy body. The jeans and oversized sweatshirt she wore couldn't hide the lush dips and swells he remembered. Her mane of blonde hair he remembered tumbling around her shoulders and brushing his chest and abdomen she now had pulled back into a severe ponytail. Her eyes were still the same shade of iridescent green, so amazing they dominated her face. Her skin he'd missed every inch of held the translucent quality of a pearl, and, even without lipstick, her mouth called for attention.He felt as if he'd been poleaxed, his breath trapped in his lungs but his cock threatening to break out of his fly. Emotions he had long thought dead and buried tried to claw their way up from oblivion.Damn it all, anyway. How could he take a job when the client had given him the best night of his life and she'd be better off without him? Right now, he wanted to throw her on his bed and ravish her for hours then lock them both away against
"Lead the way." Owen's words were cryptic, the only thing he said as they got ready to leave.Shannon drove from The Omega Team headquarters to her house with Owen following in his truck. After their meeting broke up, he and Grey had huddled behind closed doors in Grey's office. She had been relieved as well as frightened when both Athena and her partner had taken her situation seriously.There hadn't been an opportunity for them to talk in private. Not that he seemed the type to make conversation. At headquarters, he had used an economy of words, asking terse but important questions and absorbing the answers. And the night they'd been together, all the talking he'd done was to whisper to her every kind of erotic, dirty word she could imagine and then some.Throughout the entire meeting today he sat not even moving a muscle. Except for the one empathetic gesture when he'd touched her arm. Somehow she didn't think Owen Cormier had an empathetic nerve in his body. She curious what his
"No." He nearly spat the word. "But it doesn't mean I don't want to strip you naked and fuck you every way possible. You…touched me in a way no one else ever has. If I let you get close, I'd destroy you."Shock immobilized her. Had she heard him right?He lifted his hands and slid them away. She felt the loss of contact at once and wanted to grab onto him, so stunned she could barely breathe or move. Did he say what she just thought? Holy shit!"We need to discuss my conversation with Grey. I'll take that water now." One corner of his mouth twitched in a hint of a grin. "Unless, of course, you plan to use it as a weapon."Shannon looked at her hand and realized she was clutching the bottle in a death grip."Oh. Sorry." She thrust it at him. He walked into the living room and dropped into the big armchair, the one across from the fireplace.Just like that? As if he hadn't dropped a small bomb between them?She hoped when she handed the water to him he didn't notice the slight t
The company Grey sent over to work on the alarm system impressed Owen, and not much did. They went about their business very in an efficient manner, as if they'd done all this a hundred times. Which, he guessed, they probably had. But his assignment as well as his habit of ferreting out every bit of information had him asking about a lot of details at first."I don't want you to think I'm questioning your ability or work," he told the crew chief. "But I'm responsible for the safety of the woman inside, and I want to make sure I know everything about everything to help keep her safe.""Gotcha," the man said. "Ask away. No problem."He watched them diagram the miniscule lot on which Shannon's house sat and mark the best places for the sensors. Next came the optimum locations for the cameras. Last, they showed him the new master controls to be installed along with a monitor Shannon could set somewhere in her house to give her the view from all the cameras.A house, by the way, which t
Shannon stopped at the sliding doors to her patio and stared out at the yard, arms folded beneath her breasts. Pacing hadn't done her much good, and sitting doing nothing wasn't an option. She supposed she could go outside and let Owen explain to her where they were in the process, but she figured the more space she could put between them the better off she'd be.She watched two men walking her yard, one of them holding a sheet of paper and the other a box of something. Every few feet, they'd check the paper and one of them would place something from the box on the ground. Sensors, she supposed. She wasn't an idiot about security systems. But not in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she'd need this kind of upgrade or that she'd be in the kind of danger to warrant it.Rather than dwell on her situation and the man who'd invaded her dreams time and again, she fetched her laptop. She chose not to use the room she'd fixed as an office, the four walls giving her a sudden attack of c
Owen's words cast a pall over the brief easy environment between them, or as easy as it could be with all the sexual tension wrapped around them. They were a good reminder to her of the real reason Grey had sent him here."Of course." She wet her lips. "How about Vietnamese? There's a great restaurant about ten minutes from here and they deliver.""Sounds good to me."She pulled out the menu from the pile, they made their selections, and she called them in."Thirty minutes," she told him. "Just in case the delivery is early, let me leave you some money."She moved to reach for her purse on the counter, but he stopped her. "I've got it. Omega's covering expenses, and for sure this is one of them.""But—""You don't want to argue with your friends, do you?"She sighed. "I guess not. Is your room okay? You put your things in it, right?"He nodded. "Just fine. It's luxury compared to a lot of places I've bunked down.""Well, I'll just make sure there are enough towels in the gues
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