Instincts were his first line of defense. His body was his second. He trained it, kept it in fighting shape, just as he did any other weapon.
He leaned against the refrigerator, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as she bustled about, her delicious ass doing things for his underwear that Calvin Klein couldn’t possibly have envisioned.
Seriously? A cowboy hat? Was he trying to slay her? What was next? Cuddling puppies against his shirtless chest?
Dressed in his black leather jacket and black leather pants, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, his face shadowed with stubble, he stepped into the room like menace come to life.
She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” Megan shook her head. Nate rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.” But Jack only smiled, his gaze warm. “She’s not the only one.
But I should be the one to check! It’s my house, and you shouldn’t have to do it just because you’re the man.” He cast her a withering glance that was probably lost in the darkness. “Burn a bra if you want, but don’t be ridiculous!” “Reece!” “What?” “Be careful!
We’re the eighth and ninth dwarves – Gimpy and Barfy.
Rossiter wasn’t really on leave. He’d had a catastrophic fall a few years back while saving his wife’s life and had lost a leg. He.
She’d just poured herself another cup of coffee, when Jack walked in. He smiled when he saw her, and her heart did a little flip. “Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?” She felt heat in her cheeks. “I slept well, thank you. Thanks for staying with me. Did you get any sleep in that chair?” “Oh, yeah.” He reached for a coffee cup. “I can sleep pretty much anywhere – a benefit of having served with the Rangers. If I get five hours a night, I’m good.
You know, I’ve always wondered why they call themselves ‘special agents.’ All FBI agents are special agents. Apparently, there are no ordinary agents in the FBI, but no one’s special if everyone’s special.
She glanced over at Jack again, felt a tug in her chest. “By the way, you can put your arm around my shoulders if you’d like.” “I would like.” Jack raised the armrest that divided their two seats, reached over, and drew her closer. She rested her head against his chest, heard the steady beating of his heart, and felt her blood warm as his fingers caressed her shoulder. She was contemplating the wisdom of turning in her seat and kissing him when his cell phone rang.
The Agency’s job is keeping secrets. You could ask about the weather, and they would neither confirm or deny that there IS weather.
Don’t bring my mother into this.” Lexi hated when Kendra spoke of her. “Your dear, sainted mother.” Kendra gave a laugh, then took another drink. “I’ve lived my entire life in her shadow.” “You can’t seriously be jealous of a woman who’s been dead for twenty-six years.” Kendra’s face screwed up with rage, her voice taking on an edge. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t feel. I spent my best years raising her children and trying to help her husband move on with his life.” Now.
Janet awoke to the delicious sensation of Jack’s callused hand sliding over the bare skin of her ass. “Good morning, angel.” His voice was deep and sleepy.
You take a shower, do whatever you do in the morning. I’ll make us some breakfast.” “Won’t you take a shower with me?” He grinned. “I’d be happy to be your rubber duckie.
She slid her arms around him, rested her head against his chest. “You really are a softie, aren’t you?” He held her fast, kissed her damp hair. “Don’t tell anyone.” “Your secret is safe with me.
He kissed her hair. “Anything good in me comes from loving you.
Chief Deputy US Marshal Zach McBride.
Taylor, you are like a brother to me. You brought your father into my life, shared your little sister, gave me an extra mom. You helped me set that shed on fire and discover my true calling. You’re my climbing soul mate, my wingman and co-conspirator, and the best buddy a guy could have. I’ve watched you and Lexi from the beginning and know better than anyone else that the two of you were always meant to be. To Lexi and Austin!
Janet stared up at him, unable to believe her bad luck. She’d only met him once, but she’d recognize him anywhere – those dark blue eyes, that square jaw, the thick salt-and-pepper hair, the dark brows, the rugged cheekbones. Of all the fences along all the highways in the entire state of Colorado, she just had to crash into his.
If I could, I would gather the stars from the sky and lay them at your feet. Your love has been my salvation.