A Breath Away. Wendy Etherington

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      “Have you talked to Hillman?” she asked, expecting him to say he hadn’t.

      When Tremaine nodded, she suppressed her surprise and asked, “What did he say?”

      “What you’d expect—come in from the field, we’ll protect you.”

      “And you said no?” She was trying to picture anybody—even the man next to her—disobeying a direct order from Jordan Hillman, a high-level director at the NSA, who oversaw every active undercover operation and was one of the most secretly powerful men in the country.

      “I said nothing.”

      “Naturally. You’re good at that.”

      “It comes in handy at times.” He slid his hand along the back of the leather sofa they shared. The move was a sinuous caress, one that made her blood hum even as part of her remained professional, observing how well he fit into the contemporary decor of the room, though she was sure he’d look equally at home among oxblood club chairs and gas lanterns.

      He was a dichotomy.

      A mystery she longed to unfold. Much to her frustration.

      “So, he thinks you’re coming in?” she asked in an effort to force her brain to concentrate fully on her job.

      “I imagine he’s figured out by now that I’m not.”

      Great. Talk about a war on multiple fronts. “So we have them after you, too?”

      “No. I’ll call him and tell him I think I have a handle on who’s responsible.”

      “He’ll expect a full report—names, motives, etcetera.”

      “Not from me.”

      What was he holding back? She had little doubt he was only pretending to cooperate. He had an agenda here that went beyond the botched shooting.

      As she was mulling over the possibilities—maybe the shooting was NSA related, and he and Hillman were trying to draw her back into the agency—he reached out and stroked her jaw.

      She jerked back.

      “I wondered if you’d be hard and rough,” he said, seeming unaffected by her retreat. “You’re not. Somehow, you still have compassion and tenderness. I wonder how twelve years at the NSA didn’t stamp it out of you.”

      She was surprised to realize her throat was dry, and her face was warm where he’d touched her. “How do you know I put in twelve years?”

      “I know a lot about you, Jade Katherine Broussard.”

      His silver eyes turned to the color of smoke, and the heat emanating from his body slid around her like a cashmere wrap. There had been times in her life when her spirit had been so cold and lonely she’d have given anything for that sensation.

      But she’d found strength and purpose in her work. She had loyal friends and colleagues and didn’t need anyone to hold her hand when she ran into trouble.

      There were times, though, when she longed for something more. For a relationship like the one her parents had shared. For someone who both understood and challenged her. For white-hot passion that overwhelmed her, burning down the walls she’d so carefully built.

      “You’re very beautiful,” he said, leaning toward her.

      She blinked. What had she been thinking? Had she actually been daydreaming in the middle of an interrogation? The man was a client, an admitted thief and probably a master manipulator.

      She ignored his compliment—which was no doubt empty, anyway. “When did you last talk to Hillman?”

      “I called him last night.”

      The chief guy took his call? Another oddity in an already strange case. “You didn’t detour to Washington on your way to Puerto Rico?”

      “No.”

      She planted her boots on the floor and sat forward, her forearms resting on her thighs. “You talked to him? Not his assistant?”

      “Yes.”

      “Yet you said you were pretty much between cases. Just doing a little research. If you’re consulting with the top man, you’re doing a great deal more than that.”

      He said nothing for several moments, then he smiled. “Perhaps I am.”

      “That’s it?” She stayed in her seat and held her temper by the barest margin. “Look, I’ve had about enough of your evasive answers. And your mysterious past doesn’t intrigue me, it annoys me. If we’re going to make this…”

      “Relationship?”

      “…unconventional partnership work, you’ve got to trust me.”

      Still smiling, he shook his head. “Isn’t gonna happen.”

      He trusted no one. She understood, since she felt exactly the same way.

      “But—just so you know—there isn’t a big case or mystery,” he added. “I always work directly with Hillman. That was part of my agreement when I signed on with the NSA.”

      She got over her irritation long enough to be impressed. “Convenient.”

      He shrugged. “Mostly it was a power thing.” Grinning, he added, “I like having it all on my side.”

      The guy wasn’t just slippery good, he was amazing good. He charmed and disarmed, even as he stole your wallet. He worked for the government and still made a profit. “I imagine you do.”

      She stood to pace, as she often did when she was thinking. But tonight she did so because she couldn’t think. He was distracting. His smile, his sleek good looks, his craftiness, even his evasiveness. She’d lied when she’d said his mysterious past didn’t intrigue her.

      In truth, she wanted to know more. She wanted to know all. And more than the professional details. Her body wanted intimate details.

      But her job required her to set aside her curiosity and pretend her senses weren’t completely overwhelmed by the temptation he presented. “Why don’t you want Hillman to know the shooting is part of your past?”

      “I don’t trust him to keep his word and leave my past in the grave where I buried it.”

      She didn’t trust Hillman, either, so her opinion of her client rose a bit. She also respected his intentions to move ahead, away from the criminal life he’d led.

      But she knew she had to hold her sympathy in check. She was intrigued by him, her body wanted him, but she wasn’t sure she really liked him.

      She’d solve his case, take his money and protect her cousin. As long as she kept those distinct objectives in mind, they’d all come out just fine.

      “But I’d think you and Hillman would be buddies,” she said, not trying to hide her sarcasm. “Of the same mind СКАЧАТЬ