On Thin Ice by Cherry Adair

Author:Cherry Adair [Adair, Cherry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, General, Adult, Suspense, Widows, Terrorism, Political Science, Political Freedom & Security, Alaska, Iditarod (Race), Sled Dog Racing, Women Mushers
ISBN: 9781585475490
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2004-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Damn it. Getting the food, with a lodge full of people, had taken Derek longer than he'd planned. When he returned to their room, Lily was fast asleep, curled up in the middle of her bed.

He nudged the door closed behind him. She didn't even flinch in her sleep at the noise. Shaking his head, he set the loaded tray on the table between the beds.

The room smelled of Ivory soap and steam, and the faint, subtle fragrance of Lily herself. Derek took a moment to skirt his bed and lock the door, then shoved a straight-backed chair under the handle. Not as a defense, but as a habit. A puny chair couldn't stop someone from entering, but it would make enough noise to give him that millisecond of advance warning.

He considered the imminent danger, and dismissed it as negligible. For the moment. There were too many people around for his half-assed assassin to make a move here and now. Coward he appeared to be, he'd rather strike when there was no one else around.

And that suited Derek just fine. He planned on giving the bastard enough rope to hang himself. But for now, he was safe. And he'd keep Lily safe, too. He'd let her enjoy another day on the trail. A short one. And at the next checkpoint his team would be in place and she'd be airlifted back to a safety zone. Whether she agreed or not.

This wrinkle with Milos Pekovic's Oslukivati couldn't be helped. National security had to take precedence. But not even for his country would Derek put Lily in danger.

Considering how scared she was to fly, man, she was going to be pissed when he tossed her into a helicopter.

But better pissed than dead.

She'd get over pissed. Dead was forever.

He looked down at her. She was, disappointingly, fully dressed after her shower. But he'd had an enjoyable time downstairs waiting in the chow line fantasizing about coming back upstairs to find her waiting for him. Naked. In his bed. As he'd envisioned so many times before.

Her hair would be wet, tangled in sweet-smelling skeins down her back, clinging to her damp skin. Her nipples would be the same soft pink as her lips, begging the touch of his hands. They'd be hard because the bedroom was cooler than the humid heat in the bathroom. She'd raise her arms to welcome him—

Derek shook his head and ruefully smiled down at her sleeping form. Not his Lily. She'd be more likely to raise her fist at him than open, willing arms.

She just didn't trust him.

Never had.

But she would, by God. Lily Munroe would learn to trust him. And soon.

Of course, shipping her unwilling butt home was going to set his goal back a step or two, he thought wryly. But what was life without a challenge?

And God only knew, Lily Munroe was challenge personified.

She'd pulled the covers back, but hadn't had the energy to pull them over herself as she laid down. She was curled on her side facing him, the sheet and blanket crumpled at her feet.

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