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  “When will I see you again?”

  He adjusted his bulletproof vest and slipped his knife back into his boot.

  “Let me think,” I purred, enjoying how my change of tone stopped him in his tracks and piqued his interest. “Never. You will never see me again. I’m not interested and I’m tired of screwing someone I can’t trust to tell me his real name.”

  “Turnabout is fair play.” He grinned. He checked his gun and secured it at his hip. “And I think you were pretty interested twenty minutes ago when I made you see Jesus.”

  “Oh. My. God. You did not just liken sex with you to a biblical experience,” I sputtered. His ego was bigger than his dick, and his dick was nothing to scoff at.

  “If the shoe fits . . .”

  “Listen, David,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “You’re a decent lay and all, but you’re not that good. I’m turning over a new leaf and I’m done having meaningless sex with ass-hats.”

  “Good luck with that, Ice,” he replied, enjoying himself too much for my liking. He beat me to the door and flipped the lock. “I’ll see you around . . .”

  ALSO BY ROBYN PETERMAN

  How Hard Can It Be?

  Size Matters

  Cop a Feel

  ROBYN PETERMAN

  eKENSINGTON

  Kensington Publishing Corp.

  www.kensingtonbooks.com

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  Table of Contents

  “When will I see you again?”

  ALSO BY ROBYN PETERMAN

  Title Page

  Dedication

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Copyright Page

  This one is for

  Candace.

  You are strong and good and wonderful

  and I’m so very lucky to have you in my life.

  I think I will keep you!

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A book may be written by the author, but that is only the beginning. There are many people involved and without them I would simply have a story without the polish. I am grateful and blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life.

  First and foremost my editor, Alicia Condon, who continues to delight me with her expertise as I continue to make her wet her pants! I am a better writer because of you.

  My readers. All of this is for you. Without you, I don’t exist!

  My Pimpettes. You ladies are nuts and I adore you. Thank you for continuing to spread the word!

  My beta readers. I love you more than you will ever know:

  Donna, Jennifer, Kris, Jim, Christi and Candace. You spur me to write faster and keep me afloat when I’ve jumped off the deep end. It wouldn’t be half as much fun to write if you guys weren’t reading!

  My critique partners, JM Madden and Donna McDonald. You are brilliant writers and have a way with words that can make my biggest and most horrific mistakes seem like simple fixes. I am honored to call you my friends. When I grow up I want to write like you!

  And last, but not least, my family. Hot Hubby, I wouldn’t trade you for all the riches in the world. You and our kids are the best things that ever happened to me. Thanks for eating peanut butter and having no clean underpants when I’m on a deadline. You guys make it all worth it. Love you.

  Prologue

  “Is your name even David?” I asked as I yanked my panties

  Iback on.

  “Is yours Melanie?” he inquired, buttoning his jeans.

  “I asked first,” I countered, wondering for the umpteenth time why being an idiot came so easily to me.

  “Not David.”

  “Not Melanie.”

  We dressed in silence. I glanced around the hotel room and felt the need to do damage. Unsure whether I wanted to damage him or myself, I decided to get the hell out before I did something else I would regret.

  “You know, I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping with you on and off for a year and I don’t know your real name,” I said as I slipped my gun into its holster on my hip, promising myself I would never lay eyes on his ridiculously gorgeous nude body again.

  “Back at ya, Ice.”

  “Ice?”

  “Like your eyes, pretty girl. Icy blue and cold. I figure since you’re not going to tell me your real name, I’ll just give you one that fits.”

  “How about I call you, Ass?” I snapped. What in the hell was wrong with me? He hadn’t forced me to do anything I wasn’t more than willing to do. True, he hadn’t given his real name, but neither had I.

  “I’ve been called worse.” He chuckled, revealing even white teeth and an orgasm-inducing smile. “When will I see you again?” He adjusted his bulletproof vest and slipped his knife back into his boot.

  “Let me think,” I purred, enjoying how my change of tone stopped him in his tracks and piqued his interest. “Never. You will never see me again. I’m not interested and I’m tired of screwing someone I can’t trust to tell me his real name.”

  “Turnabout is fair play.” He grinned. He checked his gun and secured it at his hip. “And I think you were pretty interested twenty minutes ago when I made you see Jesus.”

  “Oh. My. God. You did not just liken sex with you to a biblical experience,” I sputtered. His ego was bigger than his dick, and his dick was nothing to scoff at.

  “If the shoe fits . . .”

  “Listen, David,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “You’re a decent lay and all, but you’re not that good. I’m turning over a new leaf and I’m done having meaningless sex with ass-hats.”

  “Good luck with that, Ice,” he replied, enjoying himself too much for my liking. He beat me to the door and flipped the lock. “I’ll see you around,” he shot back over his shoulder as he walked away.

  “Don’t bet on it,” I muttered, and grabbed my purse.

  “Oh, baby, I’m a gambling man,” he laughed as he disappeared from my sight and hopefully my life.

  I slumped down on the sex-destroyed bed and dropped my head into my hands. I had to get my damned life together. Was this all I had to look forward to? Mind-blowing sex with assholes not named David? The sex had been biblical, but the after-shame was getting debilitating. I was far better than this. What would my mother think? Or my brother, for that matter? I shuddered at the thought. I was an accomplished woman at the top of my game, and I deserved more than I allowed myself to have.

  Done. I was done.

  I grabbed my handcuffs, which had unfortunately been put to very obscene use about a half an hour ago, and left. I considered leaving my non-traceable Go-Phone in the room so there was no chance of another hook-up, but I needed it for work. With one last wistful glance at the sin-bed, I walked
out of that room and into my new and improved life.

  Chapter 1

  Three months later

  The office was small but tidy. My gut clenched in anticipation of the dressing down I was about to receive. I glanced at the organized stacks of paper waiting to be filed sitting neatly next to a pile of romance novels. I grinned and grabbed one—anything to take my mind off my latest major fuck-up. I’d been out of the hospital for nearly a month and I was ready to work again. I just needed to take my stern talking to and get on with it. I paged through the book and snorted. Why my boss kept this crap here was a mystery to me. I wondered if he read them.

  Romance was for people who believed in fairy tales, and I didn’t. Life was real and most people were bad. I skimmed the book and rolled my eyes. Nobody looked that good first thing in the morning, and making out without brushing your teeth at seven a.m. was not my idea of a good time. Damn, the sex was pretty good, though.

  Of course, that made me think about not David, the egotistical wonder dick. I hadn’t Go-Phoned him and he hadn’t Go-Phoned me and since we hadn’t made any other strangers-with-benefits rendezvous, I hadn’t seen him in months. That smarted a little bit, but it was for the best. Great sex was great sex. I could get that anywhere. Although, he’d kind of ruined me. I hadn’t slept with anyone but him in over a year. Whatever. At least he didn’t know that.

  I nervously tucked a strand of stiff blond hair behind my ear. Where in the hell was Steve? I knew I had it coming. I’d blown my cover twice in six months and that didn’t bode well. I’d considered cutting my hair and coloring it before my meeting to show my boss, yet again, how easily I could disguise myself, but I figured a wig would do the trick.

  Blonde wasn’t really my color, but the last time I’d gotten an ass-chewing, I’d worn a red wig. Men preferred blondes according to Marilyn Monroe, and although Steve was gay, I figured being blonde couldn’t hurt.

  The ruckus in the hallway yanked me out of my pity party.

  “This is ridiculous,” a female voice shrieked. “You’re not a fag. You fathered our two children and slept with me for . . .”

  “Enough,” my boss Steve ground out. “We’re divorced and I am happily re-married. You’re not allowed here, and if I have to get a restraining order, I will.”

  “You can’t marry a man. It’s against God’s will. You’ll burn in hell and you’ll deserve it,” his not so lovely ex-wife hissed.

  “Jesus Christ, Helen. You need to leave now before I do something I will regret. Although there’s not much I would regret at the moment.”

  “I’ll leave,” she said airily. “But you’ll come back to me. Take this and read it. See the light, Steve. When you do, I’ll be waiting.”

  “Don’t hold your breath,” he muttered.

  I heard her heels clack down the hall. And that right there was why I would never get married. I’d rather chew glass and swallow it than deal with that kind of bullshit. Not that I’d get a divorce because I’d realized I was gay, but there were myriads of reasons not to be involved with anyone. Ever.

  “Sorry about that,” Steve sighed as he entered the office and tossed the Bible she’d obviously given him into the trash. “That was stressful to say the least.”

  “Um, are you okay?”

  “I’m just dandy.” He grimaced and took a seat behind his desk.

  My boss Steve was a great-looking man in his late forties. Sandy blond hair and built like a brick shit-house. An ex–Navy Seal. From what I knew about him, he could kill a man with his bare hands, and I was fairly sure he’d been tempted to do just that to his ex-wife. He had two kids that he was devoted to and a husband that he adored. Clearly that didn’t sit well with his ex-wife.

  “Sorry you had to hear Helen mouthing off,” he said.

  “No problem,” I said, feeling awful that I was adding to the weight of problems that had very obviously landed on his shoulders. “So, um . . . you wanted to see me?”

  Steve tented his fingers, rested his chin on them, and stared at me. I fidgeted with my wig and put the novel back on the edge of his desk. Fuck, why wouldn’t he say something? Never one to let a silence live out its life . . . I filled it.

  “So I know you’re a little unhappy with me at the moment, but I had no choice. Backup was stalled in traffic and the fucker was going to get away. I had to move. He sold to kids,” I said at light speed in an effort to make him see there had been no other way. “Three sixteen-year-olds had already OD’d and he was scheduled to get a shipment that would hook and kill God knows how many others and I . . .”

  “Do you have a death wish?” Steve asked quietly.

  Shitballs. Yelling I could take. Yelling I could understand and process. Quiet was bad, really bad.

  “No, I . . .”

  “It seems to me that you do,” he said, and tiredly ran his hands through his hair. “You broke procedure and could have been killed.”

  “But I wasn’t and I . . .”

  “This time,” Steve interrupted me in a hard voice that shut me up quick. “This time you weren’t killed, by sheer luck . . . not skill. You blew your cover with a cartel that wants your ass and will stop at nothing to get it.”

  “I stopped a thirty-million-dollar transaction and I won’t apologize,” I told him, adjusting my wig, which had slipped forward due to the fact I’d forgotten to pin the stupid ugly thing on.

  “Show me your stomach.”

  Goddammit, I didn’t have time for this. “My stomach is fine,” I replied, straightening the neat piles on his desk.

  “Show me your stomach.”

  I heaved a put-upon sigh and reluctantly lifted my shirt to reveal an angry jagged red scar. I’d taken a knife to the gut in my latest assignment gone awry. Of course the other guy had fared much worse . . . like six feet under worse. Luckily, his knife had missed all my major organs and arteries.

  “Jesus Christ, Candace,” he muttered. “That’s it. I won’t go to your funeral, young lady.”

  “You’re not my dad,” I shot back, worried about where the conversation was headed. He never called me Candace . . . always Candy or kid or idiot. Not Candace.

  “Nope, I’m much worse. I’m your boss.”

  “So what are you saying? I’m fired? I’m reassigned? I’m what?” I asked in a voice I didn’t recognize.

  “You need a break. You’re too involved—lost your objectivity,” Steve said, watching me closely. “The drug dealers and the kids are hitting too close to home.”

  He was right and he was wrong—not that I’d admit the right part. I was an undercover DEA agent because my sister had died from a drug overdose when we were little more than kids. My brother Mitch had become an agent first. Needless to say, no one was overjoyed when I chose the same profession. My mother’s fear of losing another child had almost debilitated her, but doing nothing had almost destroyed me. It was my way of paying tribute and it fit me. I was good at it. I needed it. I’d had to fight my parents and my brother on my decision. To this day, I felt their disapproval and doubt. It mattered to none of them that I’d been at the top of my recruit class, spoke three languages fluently, and had more weapons expertise than even my hotshot big brother.

  My boss Steve had been the only one who had believed in me after I’d come out of training. He’d taught me the finer arts of jimmying car doors and disguise. He’d taught me the difference between revenge and justice. He’d been harder than hell on me and I loved and appreciated every moment of it. He’d believed in me and now he didn’t . . .

  “I know I screwed up and I promise you that I . . .”

  “Save it,” he said, slapping a folder down on his desk in front of me. “This is your medical report. To say that you’re lucky is an understatement. This . . .” He pushed the folder toward me angrily. “This is proof of what being emotionally involved can do. It makes you sloppy and useless to me.”

  I said nothing. He was right. I was a constant blur of motion. Trying to fill up holes I couldn�
�t define.

  “There is strength in stillness and order. Protocol exists for a reason. Staying centered and uninvolved means you live to see another day,” Steve said, pulling out another file.

  “I know all that,” I insisted. God, if I lost this job I had nothing. Less than nothing.

  “Intellectually, maybe,” he conceded. “But you’re a liability to me at the moment and you’re in no shape physically to go undercover.”

  “So you’re firing me?”

  “Hell no,” Steve chuckled. “You’re one of the best agents I have. Once you’ve healed and gotten your head back on straight, I’ll kick your ass and send you back out.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief and my tense body went slack. Fuck, I’d thought my life was ending. In that moment I understood how much my work defined who I was. Whether that was good or bad, I had no clue . . . it simply was. Certain that sharing my revelation with Steve would be a bad thing, I kept my mouth shut. Difficult, as there was a silence I was tempted to fill.

  “So what am I supposed to do?” I asked myself as well as my boss.

  “Do you want to go to your parents?”

  “God no,” I shouted, and then slapped a hand over my mouth.

  Steve’s eyes narrowed and he waited. He knew my parents. He knew my brother. Hell, my brother Mitch had been one of his best agents until he fell in luuurrve and got out to become a plain old boring cop.

  “If my mom knew about my stomach, she’d lock me in the house and go into a deep depression. I’m twenty-six and I will not go back,” I snapped.

  “A family that loves you is not the worst thing in the world,” Steve said in his fatherly tone. I hated the fatherly tone.

  “Yeah, well, a family that disapproves of what I do isn’t going to be too excited about a knife wound in my belly. Just sayin’.” I grabbed the silly romance novel and changed the subject. “You read this crap?”

 

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