Conspiracy Game 04 by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan [Feehan, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Romance, Fiction, Fantasy, Occult Fiction, Paranormal Romance Stories, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Adult, Psychics, Love Stories; American, Erotic Stories; American, Assassins, Psychic Ability, Romantic Suspense, Telepathy, Africa, Genetic Engineering, Women Circus Performers - Africa, Women Circus Performers, Snipers
ISBN: 9780515142167
Google: 0oNLQLC_m5gC
Amazon: 0515142166
Publisher: Jove
Published: 2006-10-31T06:00:00+00:00

No telephones, so no one can bother us.”

“Jebediah said you’re still in the service. How do they get in touch with you if they need you?”

“Radio. We have a helicopter if we need it and a small plane at the airport.”

“Well, your house is absolutely beautiful and unexpected. I think you’re a secret artisan.” He waved her toward the porch, inexplicably pleased that she liked his home. It was a sanctuary, plain and simple, a place few would ever find and fewer would dare to enter.

“The road goes out in the winter, but we have snowmobiles.”

“What do you use for heat?”

“Wood. There’s plenty of it.”

“I especially love the verandah. I’ve always loved covered wraparound decks, and yours is perfect.” Briony touched the railing and stepped up onto the porch. She did love the house, but now that she was about to enter, her heart was beating too wildly. It took all of her courage to flash a tentative smile and act as if she entered strange men’s homes in nothing but a shirt every day of the week. “Funny, with all the warnings about you, Jack, you have more of a home than most people do. And it surprises me. This is beautiful.”

“It’s very isolated. Most women wouldn’t like it up here.” Briony shrugged. “Most women can be around people without any problems. Me, I like solitude. And I’ve never had the chance to be in the mountains like this. It’s especially beautiful at night.”

“Tomorrow, I’m going to show you any alarms or booby traps on the property so if you’re out walking, you won’t get in trouble.”

She rolled her eyes. “Can we just say paranoia?”

“I prefer to use the term prepared.”

He led her through the kitchen. She glimpsed a stove and refrigerator, but little else as he hurried her through the house, down a wide hall to push a door open and step back for her to enter.

His scent was everywhere. She glanced back at him, hesitating. Her womb clenched, and she could feel the slow heat moving through her body. “Your bedroom?” Jack drew in his breath. This was going to be a hell of a lot harder on both of them than he’d first thought. “Where else? I’ll get you something to sleep in and something to wear tomorrow morning.” He crossed to the dresser and pulled out a pair of drawstring pants.

He’d never worn them. Ken had been trying to dress him for years, but so far Jack had resisted, preferring his jeans and camouflage clothes. “Are you hungry? I can whip something up for you.”

“I’m just really tired, Jack. I’d like to take a shower if you don’t mind, and just go to bed.” Because she couldn’t face him anymore. Looking at him hurt. And her body was out of control. She was ashamed of her lack of control. More than anything, she wanted to be alone where she could pull the covers over her head and cry her eyes out where no one could see—or hear.

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