Intimate Danger

by Mallery, Susan; York, Rebecca

• ISBN13: 9780373217342
• ISBN10: 037321734X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2002-09-01
• Publisher: Harlequin Books

Summary

These two complete novels offer a tantalizing combination of suspense with passion and adventure. In Mallery's "Tempting Faith, " a woman who encounters a spy with blanks in his memory must help him face his deepest fears. In York's "Shattered Vows, " Jo O'Malley is being stalked, but her stalker is using technology created by Cameron Randolph, who is determined to protect Jo.

Excerpts

"You need the extra security."

Faith Newlin shook her head and smiled. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

"Maybe both."

"I'm already convinced. If you think I need the protection -" She shrugged. "I'm hardly going to argue. After all, you're the expert. What did that last promotion make you? Head spy?"

Jeff Markum, the chief of a division in an agency whose name Faith had never been told, grinned. "That's Mr . Head Spy to you."

"Give a man a promotion and it goes straight to his -" she paused for effect "- head."

"Watch it, Faith." He pointed at the badge hanging from a chain around her neck. "I could have your security clearance pulled in a second. Then where would you be?"

"Back home where I belong." She laughed. "Don't try threatening me, Jeff. You're the one who arranged for me to be here today. I'm pleased to know your agency trusts me, but if you want me to go back home, I'd be happy to." She grabbed the ID badge and started to release the chain.

"Don't leave yet." He pushed off the wall of the small observation room. "Let me go explain the situation to him."

Faith raised one hand and touched the two-way glass that allowed her to see into a hospital room, but didn't allow the patient to see her. "He doesn't know?"

Jeff shook his head. "Even though you need the extra protection, I was afraid you would fight me on this." He held up his hand to stop her interruption. "I know you think I'm overreacting. Maybe you're right. But there's this knot in my gut. I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. I want to keep you safe."

She looked up at the man towering over her. He had the easy good looks of a California surfer, but behind his deep blue eyes lurked the mind of a computer and the temper of an injured panther. Faith knew she should be intimidated by Jeff, but she'd known him too long. She trusted him - and the knot in his gut.

"It's your call," she said. She turned back to the two-way mirror. This was no ordinary hospital. No mothers-to-be came here to give birth, no child had broken bones set. This secret facility, concealed behind high fences and guards with dogs that attacked on command, catered to those without identities. Shadowy figures who lived in the dark, who disappeared at will and carried out elaborate operations in places with names she couldn't pronounce.

"He's not like one of those wounded strays you take in, Faith. He's the best I've got, but he's damned dangerous, too. Be careful."

Faith glanced at her companion. "Because he knows fifty ways to kill me with his bare hands? Give me a break, Jeff. Use the scare tactics on your green recruits. They'll impress easier."

"You think you're so tough." His good humor faded into regret. "I wish we had time for dinner."

"I'll take a rain check. Next time I'll pack something nice to wear and you can take me to an expensive restaurant."

"You're on." He squeezed her arm and left the room. Faith stared after him. He'd already forgotten her, except as she related to his operative. She smiled to herself. Operative. She was starting to talk like them. She fingered the tag at the end of the chain. Jeff saw her for what she was: a nice person, competent at her job. She sighed. At one time she'd hoped for something more than friendship, but it wasn't going to happen. No great surprise. Her luck with men had never been the best. But there were compensations, she told herself. She had a fine life, a career she loved. She didn't need anything else to feel fulfilled. Yeah, right, she thought. Now who was trying to convince whom?

She turned her attention back to the two-way mirror and the man on the other side, in the hospital room. He stood next to his window, the one that looked out over the grounds. Instead of a hospital gown, he wore a T-shirt and jeans cut off on one leg to accommodate the thick bandage around his calf. There was something tense and watchful in his pose. Ever alert, he scanned the open area. Perhaps it was the set of his head, or the way he kept glancing over his shoulder toward the mirror, as if he sensed someone watched from the other side, but he intrigued her. He reminded her of Sparky. She smiled, wondering if he would care for the comparison to her favorite cat.

His lips moved, but the two-way glass didn't allow her to hear his words. With a quick twisting motion, he picked up the crutches that rested next to the window and slipped them under his arms. Despite the bandage on his leg, and the crutches, he shifted his weight with graceful ease and began to pace the room. From end to end he moved, swinging his useless leg along, mumbling phrases she couldn't make out.

On his third pass, he paused, then turned toward the mirror. He looked directly at her. She knew he couldn't see her, but she backed up instinctively, as if he'd threatened her.

Light hit him full in the face, sharpening already gaunt features. Was the thinness the result of his injuries or the mission he'd been on? The cut on his chin looked raw. Tiny stitches held the skin together. Fading bruises darkened his left cheek. Tawny hair, more gold than blond, fell over his forehead. But it was his eyes that captured her attention and held her immobile.

Dark brown irises glittered with suppressed rage. A trapped animal. The predator had been captured and wounded. Jeff was right: this man was dangerous. Without thinking, she rubbed her right hand against her upper arm. It wasn't until her fingers felt the ridges of the four long scars there that she realized what she was doing. Marks left by another predator, the four-legged kind.

The man blinked and turned away. She followed the movement and saw that the door to his room had opened. Jeff appeared and spoke to the man. Faith stared at their mouths, trying to lip-read, but it wasn't any use. From their angry gestures, she knew they were arguing. The injured man stood eye to eye with Jeff, and neither gave an inch. Jeff wore a suit, but he still looked muscular and dangerous. Two lions fighting for their pride. If the stranger weren't injured, it would have been an even match.

For the second time, he glanced at the two-way glass. Faith felt a flash of guilt. Eavesdropping, even without sound, wasn't her style. She turned and walked out of the observation room. It was almost eleven in the morning. She had a six-hour drive ahead of her, plus supplies to pick up. She was leaving within the hour, with or without Jeff's wounded man.

(Continues...)

Excerpted from Intimate Danger by Rebecca York Copyright © 2002 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited
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