Way of the Shadows. Cynthia Eden

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      But then one of the EOD agents had gone rogue...and Mercer had brought her in to profile the agents there.

      To hunt a killer within the division.

      “You don’t fit, you know,” Thomas added in that deep, dark voice of his. A voice that made her tense and think of things she really shouldn’t.

      The plane bounced again. Noelle swallowed. “You mean because I lack the military training?”

      “I mean because when we get into a life-or-death situation—and we will—you won’t be prepared to take the necessary action.”

      Her eyes narrowed at those words. Way to insult your partner on the first case. “Look, I might not be an ex–Army Ranger—” as he was “—but I worked at the FBI for five years. I’ve been in plenty of dangerous situations, and I’ve handled myself just fine.”

      Thomas’s lips quirked a bit. They were sensual lips, with a faintly cruel edge. Thomas was a handsome man, if you went for the deadly, dangerous type. As a general rule, Noelle definitely did not go for that type. She preferred safe guys, with a capital S.

      And everything about Thomas spelled DANGER. From the top of his midnight-black hair down to his well-worn hiking boots, the guy just oozed a threat. Maybe it was because she’d read his file. She knew just what he was capable of doing—what he had done. Thomas didn’t need any weapon when he went after his targets. He could kill—and had—quite easily, with his hands. He’d earned the nickname of Dragon while at the EOD because he was a martial-arts expert—he attacked with brutal control, and his opponents never had a chance against him.

      Cold. Hard. Dangerous.

      Thomas had a firm, square jaw, a blade-sharp nose and sculpted cheekbones that gave him a strong, fierce appearance. His deep, golden eyes reminded her of a lion’s gaze. Maybe because every time she looked into those eyes, Noelle felt as if he were a predator and she was his prey.

      We’re partners. Partners. Mercer had sent them on this trip to Alaska because they were supposed to be hunting a killer. Together.

      “You’ve never killed anyone,” Thomas said as he tilted his head to study her. “Death is a way of life for EOD agents.”

      “Yes, well, I’m sure this will shock you, but FBI agents see plenty of death, too.” Death was rather her specialty. “I know killers, and you can trust me to do my job.”

      Her job... Her job was to question the suspect they were pursuing. To break through the very public façade the man presented and to determine if Alaskan Senator Lawrence Duncan was the man who’d recently plotted the destruction of the EOD.

      Thomas’s eyes narrowed just a bit as he gazed at her.

      And there it is again. He was looking at her with a touch of familiarity. As if he knew her.

      Too well.

      But Noelle hadn’t met Thomas Anthony until she started work at the EOD just a few months before. They were most certainly not intimately acquainted.

      No matter how Thomas might glance at her.

      “You’re doing it again,” Noelle blurted. Then she could have bitten her tongue when his face tensed. She was normally so much better at controlling her emotions and her responses to people, but Thomas just put her on edge.

      “Doing what?” Thomas asked voice totally emotionless.

      “Staring at me...as if—as if we’re—” She floundered because what Noelle really wanted to say was...As if we’re lovers. But they weren’t. No way would she have forgotten him.

      It was just...the intensity in his eyes...the heat...

      “I make you nervous,” he said.

      Why lie? “Yes.”

      “Because you know what I’ve done.” His gaze slid to the files on the seat beside her. “You read all of our files, right? When you were trying to decide which EOD agent was actually a psychotic killer in disguise.”

      That had been her first assignment at the EOD. This outing to Alaska was her second.

      “So, what’s the verdict, doc?” The doc was mocking, but Noelle was a doctor, a psychiatrist. She’d been trying for years to understand the demons that chased people.

      Ever since she’d woken up in a small, southern hospital with her life shattered around her.

      “Tell me...” Thomas continued with his gaze assessing. “Am I dangerous? Am I psychotic? Is that why you tense up every time I get near you?” He leaned forward. “Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?” Then, before she could respond, his jaw hardened even more. “Because that’s not the way things work at the EOD. You trust your partner, or you don’t trust anyone.”

      She couldn’t seem to take a deep enough breath. Thomas filled the space around her so completely.

      The pilot’s voice floated over the intercom then, announcing their impending landing.

      Thomas leaned back.

      But Noelle’s hand flew out. She touched his wrist.

      Thomas stilled.

      “I know you’re not psychotic. You’re a soldier. A damn fine one, at that,” she added because it was true. “And if I seem nervous...” Tell him. “It’s not you, really. I have a...very hard time getting close to people.” Mostly because Noelle had made a habit of putting a wall between herself and others.

      Once, that wall had been necessary for Noelle’s survival. But now, she didn’t know how to live without that protection.

      His gaze dropped to her hand.

      Noelle slowly pulled her fingers back.

      After a moment, Thomas’s stare lifted once more to her face. “You’ll be closer to me than you will be to anyone else.”

      Goose bumps rose on Noelle’s arms. Was that a promise? Or a warning?

      Then the plane began its descent, and she held back the other questions she wanted to ask him.

      * * *

      THOMAS ANTHONY WAS used to danger. He was used to pain. He was used to surviving any and every hellhole on earth. As an Army Ranger, his job had been to get the mission accomplished, no matter what.

      But his job had never involved working intimately with Noelle Evers, not until now.

      She doesn’t remember me.

      He’d known that, of course, from the beginning. From the first day he’d glanced up at the EOD and found himself staring into her warm, hazel eyes. Just looking at her had been like a punch to his gut. He’d wondered if she’d seen the flare of recognition in his eyes, but...

      No, she hadn’t shown any awareness of the past they shared.

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