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Before he colimpse of a petite blond woman and froze Ice chilled his veins as he stared at the profile of the woman who looked eerily like Cait Chilcott, aka Mara Caldwell Her arht body as she talked to a woman in a police uniforhtly curvier No, not curvier, just…not as lean When he’d known her before she’d been honed Like a beautiful blade

But it was definitely her And the softness surprisingly suited her

He tried to tear his gaze away, but it was impossible She scrubbed a hand over her face then sharply turned to her left as if so toward her, his expression griround She wrapped her ar him fully

The man was broad-shouldered, well-muscled, tan and his dark hair wassuit and after speaking a feords to the police officer, the wo

With et to them, Neville hadn’t been able to buy all the information he’d needed So far he had a na herself Mara Caldwell--he guessed this ed her Since she’d taken away Neville’s business, his ed through hi froed to infiltrate his organization and bring him down

When she started to turn in his direction, he slid seao and he didn’t want her to see hi and he planned to take her when she eak and broken

Then he’d make her pay

Harrison felt as if he’d lost a decade of his life He’d received a call from a friend in the Miami PD that Mara had been involved in a car accident All he’d heard were those tords Car accident Then everything else had funneled out

Eventually he’d realized his friend was still talking and Mara hadn’t been injured Some jackass had hit her, but she’d walked away froe hadn’t eased the panic still huiven hiet his body under control noand subsequent training with the CIA didn’t ht of his wife hurt

Holding onto her waist, all he could do was stare into his wife’s green eyes Her small hands were on his forearms

"Why didn’t you call?" he demanded before she could speak, then wanted to kick hiain, asking the question he most cared about "Are you sure you’re okay?"

She nodded, her grip tightening "One of the EMTs checked o to the hospital but I’m fine I don’t have a concussion and I’ive s" There was a bite of annoyance in her words

His wife rarely had lasses of wine on the occasion that she did drink so he wasn’t surprised But he orried "You need to go to the hospital"

Her jaw clenched and he kneasn’t happening "I’ Besides…" She trailed off, her expression darkening She sed hard, looking away "I need to tell you so to say, he knew fro to hate it His sto into a painful mess Maybe it would finally clue hi on with her lately And why she was keeping so many secrets from him--especially about those weapons He’d wanted to confront her about the guns yesterday but had decided to hold off in an effort to see if she cah he planned to find out why she’d taken the her arms around his waist and he savored the closeness even as he cursed himself for his body’s reaction "I have weapons stashed in my trunk They’re hidden but I can’t have soet them out before they take my car or we need to follow the tow truck" He could barely hear her whispered words

She e place he’d followed her to yesterday This confirmed what the pawn shop owner had told his brother, but it didn’t explain anything Looked like now he got to confront her whether he wanted to or not "Why do you have weapons?" he hissed out, barely containing his anger

She sed hard enough for hihtened and he inhaled her exotic, tropical scent Though he loved her, nothing could distract hier "It’s important if you want my help," he said darkly