Terms Of Engagement

by Kylie Brant

• ISBN13: 9780373276158
• ISBN10: 037327615X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2009-01-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Everything about her was a lie.Her role in defusing a hostage crisis had blown her cover, and "Lindsay Bradford" knew she had to flee again. But there was one obstacle.Jack Langley.Except her desire for one man.Whoever she really was, Jack knew that Lindsay couldn't run forever. And she couldn't fight a vengeful killer all alone. Wherever she went, the SWAT cop would be there to protect her. Nothing would stop him--not even the desire that blindsided them, making them vulnerable to a bullet that now had both their names on it.

Excerpts

She wasn't a stickler for holiday traditions, but this was just wrong.Lindsay Bradford pushed aside the sagging string of plastic mistletoe that hung just inside the Blue Lagoon's doorway, only to see a half-naked, drunken Santa seated next to the jukebox. She gave serious consideration to heading back to her apartment. The bar was packed. No one had noticed her yet. If she ducked out now, Dace and Jolie would just give her a hard time tomorrow and that would be the end of it. There was nothing worse than being the last to arrive at a Christmas party, anyway.Especially a party comprised mostly ofcops.Not for the first time, she questioned the wisdom of coming here tonight. Just the thought of being surrounded by a bunch of off-duty policemen had her palms dampening. The fact that the only two friends she'd made in Metro City had turned out to be detectives was the height of irony. But there was a limit to her appreciation for the ironic.Some fool saw fit to provide drunk Santa with a mike. If that wasn't a sign, nothing was. She backed slowly toward the door."All you lovely ladies out there," he boomed in a surprisingly sexy baritone, "c'mon up here and see me. Don't be shy. If you've been nice girls all year, I've got something for you. And if you're on my naughty list..." He gave an exaggerated wink, eliciting hoots from the audience. "C'mon up here and sit on Santa's lap."Lindsay rolled her eyes at the feminine squeals of laughter. Several women obviously lacking in discrimination and good taste accepted the invitation and made their way to the dance floor. She took this as her cue to leave.She wasn't feeling particularly festive, anyway. The palm trees wrapped in rope lighting that lined the California streets didn't evoke the same holiday sentiment as did a decorated, freshly cut pine.And how incongruous that her longing for home was never so strong as during the holidays. The same time of year she'd chosen to leave Wisconsin and her family behind.Turning, she headed for the door. But her exit didn't go unnoticed."Lindsay! Hey, Lindsay!"Uh-oh. Busted."Lindsay! Over here!"As she recognized the voice, her stomach dropped. Pasting a plastic smile on her face, she turned to see a disjointed arm waving from a corner booth nearby. It was attached to Mitch Engels, a coworker from the restaurant.Great. She could do drunkorshe could do crazy. She wasn't sure she was up to dealing with both.Resigned, she walked over to his booth, where, unsurprisingly, he was sitting alone."So d'ya hear what happened?" He slurred the words as he attempted to smooth his thinning brown hair. "Can't believe it. Neldstrom's such a bastard. Hate that bastard so much.""Haven't heard anything," she answered truthfully. She'd worked her shift and headed home for a quick shower and change to avoid arriving here awash in eau de fry grease. But she wasn't especially eager to get deluged with the latest in the ongoing battle between Mitch and the restaurant owner."He fired me! Said I'd missed too many shifts." Mitch hiccuped wetly. "Didn't even care I'd been sick. That I need the job. He just took me off the schedule and said I was done. At the holidays, too. The bastard."Drunken Santa began an off-tune rendition of "Blue Christmas." And Lindsay was definitely feeling bluer than she had when she arrived."I'm sorry about that, Mitch. Really." If anyone epitomizedvictim,it was Mitch Engels. He was short, plump and prematurely balding, with pale blue eyes magnified by thick, horn-rimmed glasses. He was a nice enough guy, if something of an odd duck. Many at work gave him a wide berth, but Lindsay had always felt sorry for him. She was intimately aware of how it felt to not fit in. "If you need help looking for another job..."Mitch flung out one hand, knocking his bottle off balance. Only quick reflexes saved Lindsay from a beer bath. "Don't want another job! Wantm