The Samms Agenda by Alison Kent

Author:Alison Kent [Kent, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780758206725
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Goodreads: 950225
Publisher: Brava
Published: 2003-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

Eight

SG-5 Safe House, Saturday, 1:30 a.m.

Katrina lay curled on her side unsleeping, waiting, wondering about the strange game of blackjack she and Julian had played hours ago. Wondering what the hell they'd been doing besides making a bad situation even worse.

Wondering how a game of cards could so obviously be not about winning or losing at all.

She punched her pillow into an even harder knot beneath her head, pulled her knees closer to her chest, winced when she jabbed the toes of her good foot into the ball of the other, elevated on a spare pillow.

Having sat still for Julian's needle earlier, she swore now that she'd make the worst field soldier ever. Focusing on his warrior's face was the only way she'd gotten through the pain.

She had nothing on which to base this visceral attraction. Yes, he was gorgeous, but so had been Peter Deacon. And she better than most knew looks had nothing to do with who a person was.

What Julian's appearance did, however—because it was more than the set of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes—was compel her to discover what about him left her feeling as if she would never, even with her best years ahead, have time enough to learn all there was about him to know.

He was enigmatic, aggravating, and arrogant. But he was also kind. Very very kind. And funny whether or not he wanted to be. He was serious as the situation demanded, and vigilant, and formidable.

Such simple qualities proved what a good man he was. One more complicated than all the men she'd known combined.

Her eyes were already closed when the bedroom door opened, but still she squinted at the soft spill of light from the lamp left on in the other room. Julian closed the door just as quickly as he'd opened it and stepped to the far side of the queen-size bed.

She realized she was holding her breath, listening for his movements, his bare footsteps on the tiled floor, his discarded clothes rustling. What she wasn't expecting was the heavy sigh he expelled. Or how her heart raced at the feel of his weight settling at her back.

She moved nary a muscle, waiting for him to speak, to fall asleep, to shift closer or farther away. He did none of that. He did nothing at all.

And so she finally turned onto her back and gave a sigh to match his. "I'm not asleep."

"I know." His voice rumbled through the coils of the mattress.

She felt the vibration the length of her spine and curled five of her toes. "Too much on my mind, I guess."

"Your foot?"

She shook her head. "It throbs a bit, but I just took more Advil."

"You've got it propped up on a pillow still, yes?" She smiled to herself. "Yes, boss."

He grunted.

This time she laughed. "It's okay. I'm so out of my element here I need direction. Even of the bossy sort."

He said her name with a growl. "Then listen to me when I say the one thing you need now is sleep.

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