Infamous for infiltration and becoming her undercover identities, Nina Hernandez disappeared without a trace. Three years later, Naval Intelligence agent Rory O’Donnell finds her in a tortuous mental hospital. He's unsure if it's really Nina, or if she's undercover and faking it. Either way, he's pretty sure something sinister is going on...
Rory springs Nina, and together they elude their determined pursuers. He needs to get her to safety...all while keeping his hands off the beautiful, mysterious young woman. As he works to convince her to trust him and share her darkest secrets, he wonders if he can trust her not to betray his...
Between her mercurial changes, sexy come-ons, and her exasperating independence, a protection assignment has never been so hard. On a dangerous trek across the country as they tumble from one danger into the next, Rory finds that resisting Nina might just be his toughest task yet.
“Talking to yourself, hun?”
He turned to face Joey, who stood in the bathroom doorway. She clucked her tongue reprovingly, humor spilling from her eyes. “No one ever warned me crazy was contagious.”
She crossed over to him with a smile on her freshly scrubbed face. Before he realized what she was up to, she rose on the tips of her toes to steal a quick taste of his lips. Pulling back, she regarded him for a moment, then moved in for another kiss. One she dragged out expertly.
Damn! The sexual tension that clamored up faster every time she came near, became a fiery blaze in three seconds flat. Fear for her life, of losing her, only made it stronger.
His hands fisted. It took considerable self-control not to grab her and pull her close. He wanted to rip off the terry robe that hid her body from him, to taste her lips and discover every inch of her naked form, taking all she had to give, and more.
Self-control flimsy at best, he was almost relieved when her lips left his.
“You’re not crazy,” he told her softly, knowing he should step away.
He didn’t. It felt too right being close to her. But he didn’t take her in his arms, either.
She pulled a face. With a sigh of regret, she adjusted her robe and walked over to their bags. That look of regret was what made him relent some in his attempt to keep a professional distance. He had no choice. He couldn’t stand that hint of sadness she tried so hard to hide.
“And even if you were,” he added softly, “your brand of crazy wouldn’t be a bad thing to catch.”
As the years passed and their cooperation improved, they worked out an effective way to bring a story to life to both their satisfaction. Now, based once more in their country of birth, Girl in the Mist is only the first of many more to come.
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