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Lynea Kreig has spent the past three years being invisible. After running with her little sister halfway across the country–away from her abusive cult leader husband–she seeks nothing but safety and anonymity.
When she’s offered a job which would keep her close to her sister, Lynea can’t refuse. But the job puts her in close quarters with Professor Brennan Gage, a man bent on exposing cult leaders to the public. If he discovers her secret, he could destroy the life she’s worked so hard to build. Over time, she finds herself drawn to Brennan’s klutzy kindness. He tells her he loves her, but happiness for Lynea could never be so simple–especially once her husband appears at the front door…
“Is he expecting you?”
“Yes, sir. I have an appointment.”
“Don’t refer to me as sir. Please, call me Brennan.” Sir. Yep, must be a military brat. He waited a few beats, but she volunteered nothing, not even her name. “And you are?”
“Lynea Kreig.” She pronounced her first name as Lynn-nay-ah.
“Well, Lynea, why don’t I escort you to his office?”
Brennan stood but paid more attention to this strange Renaissance woman than where to place his feet. As a result, he bumped hard into the corner of his desk. His coffee cup sprang out of his grip, dislodging the lid. Boiling liquid splattered down his front. “Dammit. Shit.”
The plastic mug ping-ponged across the room, and embarrassed, Brennan leapt after it. He didn’t notice Lynea diving toward him until it was too late to halt their collision. The impact of their skulls stunned him, and he found himself in a heap on his parquet floor. He cursed his natural clumsiness. Lynea sat three feet away caressing her forehead.
“Hope I didn’t give you a concussion,” he joked, pushing himself into an upright position.
Lynea dropped her hand and watched him, unspeaking. Did he hit her harder than he thought? Her features had a different cast now. They’d become more transparent. Less rigid. Her extraordinary eyes sparkled despite their bemusement. The idea of getting to know her better ensnared him in its alluring grip. The barest hint of a smile played around her mouth, making him think reckless thoughts. What would she do if he kissed her right now? Belt him or lean in and enjoy it?
Scott’s impressive command of profanities preceded him into the room, breaking into Brennan’s reverie. “Goddamn inconsiderate. No one’s ever punctual anymore—” His friend cut his rant short when he caught sight of Lynea.
“Hey, Scott. This young lady has an appointment with you. She got lost, and I almost knocked her unconscious. It’s my fault she’s late.”
Scott peeked from Brennan to Lynea and back again. His bushy brows shot upward as he contemplated them, then lowered. One corner of his mustache turned upward and he departed without another word.
Lynea’s focus shifted to the spot his friend had vacated. Was she intimidated by his weird behavior?
“There’s Scott for you. He’s kind of…eccentric. If you still want me to take you to his office, I will. I won’t sling any hot beverages this time.”
Lynea moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Brennan received only a glimpse of pink, but the sight produced a need within him to taste her mouth, to feel her tongue tangle with his own. His groin gave a weighty twitch at the thought. Then she blinked and disappeared behind her impenetrable mask again.
Brennan blinked, too. “You sure you’re all right?”
As she spoke, some mysterious emotion flickered behind her eyes. Like a dim shadow in the light of a camera flash, the emotion vanished as soon as it registered. Still, whatever lived within the flicker had been dark. Troubled. And he didn’t think he could blame their recent head-bump, either. Before he could investigate further, Lynea glanced away, concealing her secrets from his view.
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