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 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
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
"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 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
Part One: Raw Edge of DangerTampa, Florida. Home of the Tampa Bay Rays baseball team, the Lightning hockey team, the Buccaneers football team, the Gasparilla Festival, palm trees, oppressive heat, and the fucking lovebugs. Fucking lovebugs. If anyone ever found a way to eradicate the damn pests, Grey Holden had no doubt they could be president or anything else they wanted. Not the climate a native of Montana would have chosen for his headquarters. But the choice had not been his. Circumstances called the shots on this one. Of course, if he happened to have a boat, there was the beautiful waterfront. Not to mention the myriad of excellent restaurants with more varieties of food than he'd seen in most other places. And it was easy on the eyes to see women in skimpy outfits rather than jeans and sweatshirts. Not that it mattered, since he wasn't even spending much time looking. He had other things on his mind, things that had brought him to this, a community he'd learned contained
"I'm hit, Grey." Pain laced Lucky's voice. "Hit real bad." Grey cradled his friend in his arms, desperately trying to staunch the rapid flow of blood from the man's chest. They had a medic with them, but he was just off to Grey's right, tending another man who had been hit. "We'll get you patched up," Grey told him, trying to make himself heard over the continued barrage of gunfire. "You'll be fine. You're too mean to die." Lucky shook his head once, grimacing in pain at the movement. "Get…this…son of…a bitch," he ground out. "Kill him." Grey knew exactly who he meant. Fantasma. Ghost. Everyone in the intelligence community knew of him, but identifying him was another thing. Probably the main reason they called him Ghost. He was invisible, leaving no trace and evaporating into the night. But JSOC had gotten a lead on who it might be, information they shared with no one except Grey's SOG team. The more the information was shared, the greater the chance for disaster. Like tonig
The little interview room at the police station seemed warmer than usual, or maybe it was just that Athena Madero was hot under the collar. The lingering odor of the many suspects who had spent tense hours here didn't help. Jodi Farrell, a young, blonde, blue-eyed political intern sat in the chair across from her, head bowed, fists clenched together, as she related the details of her experience in a halting voice. "I'm going to ask you a question," she said in a soft voice. "It in no way impacts on my belief in your story, but I am compelled by procedure to ask." "You want to know if I mistook what he did," she guessed, in a defeated voice. "Or if I gave him a come-on of any kind." "You have to understand." Athena kept her voice low key. "This is a serious charge against a high profile individual. We want to make sure to cross all our Ts and dot our Is carefully." The girl looked up, eyes filled with tears. "You want proof? Start with this." She pushed up the sleeve of her swea