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Teegan Smith, a bona fide genius, never intended to hide her identity, but Budd Richardson’s assumptions about women got a bit under her skin. From the beginning, the attraction between them is strong. Teegan and Budd feel it…and Budd's stalker sees it.
As a special ops agent for the FBI, Teegan is assigned to help capture the stalker, a dangerous killer whose body count rises with each encounter. She struggles in a triple role of protecting Budd, maintaining the secrecy of her job, and fighting an overwhelming desire to bed the man. The stalker sees through Teegan's charade and goes after her with a vengeance. A setup to capture the stalker turns into a disaster. Now more than ever will her training be put to the test. She must risk her very existence to defeat a criminal mastermind and race to save the man she loves.
After a deep breath, Teegan rounded the corner into the living room, gun aimed and finger on the trigger.
Anna’s head shot up. She cursed audibly but kept her gun pointed at Budd, her body rigid, her gaze like razors. The smile changed into a nervous twitch.
She’s not so cocky while staring at the barrel of a gun.
Anna’s nostrils flared. “If that damn rifle hadn’t run out of bullets, I’d have pumped every last round into you from the ridgeline.”
“Lucky me.” Fate was on her side.
Anna’s gun hand shook. “So, you wore a vest after all. You have a nasty habit of foiling my plans, Miss Fancy Pants.” The cords on Anna’s neck showed a heavy pulsing as she nodded toward the hallway. “The agents secured the house and barn when they arrived. How did you get in?”
That’s right. Keep her talking. “Budd had instructions to unlock a back window the moment he arrived.” She flashed a quick glance at Budd to see him staring, mouth ajar. Oh, God, what he must think. She approached, gun aimed at Anna’s head. “You’re finished, Anna. Give up.”
Anna’s gaze darted to the door. “Don’t take another step, or I put a bullet into Budd’s chest.”
Teegan stopped. “You know I won’t let you do that.” Her finger itched to squeeze the trigger. Come on, bitch. Make my day.
The copter sound intensified, vibrating ground and cabin. Reinforcements were close.
Panic emanated from Anna’s eyes as her gaze shifted from the door to the ceiling to Teegan. “They weren’t supposed to come.” She gasped and narrowed her gaze. “That was the strange tapping I heard on the radio. It was you!”
Anna’s shaking hands changed to a tremor akin to a severe Parkinson’s condition. One false move and she’d blow out Budd’s heart.
“Time’s up, Anna. Drop the gun.”
“Never.” She stepped closer to Budd, her gun mere inches from his temple “You won’t kill me. You don’t have the guts.”
“Try me, bitch.”
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