Unidentified by Anna Hackett

Author:Anna Hackett [Hackett, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A Novella Duo
Published: 2018-06-09T18:30:00+00:00

Sloan McBride strode up the ramp to the ship.

Diego Torres didn’t look pleased to see her.

But she was a woman who worked in a male-dominated profession, and she’d never let a scowling, rugged face deter her before. Even one as mouthwatering as Diego’s. He wasn’t classically handsome—his nose had been broken before, and his cheeks were covered in sexy stubble. But perfect had never been that attractive to Sloan.

“Hi.” She stuck her hands in her pockets. “Darcy tell you I was coming?”

He slid his cell phone into the pocket of his faded denim shorts. “About one minute ago.”

Ouch. His voice was several degrees colder than the water lapping at the hull of the ship. Thanks, Darce.

“I need your help,” Sloan said.

“Planning to slap some handcuffs on me and order me around to get your way?”

The mention of handcuffs made her belly flutter. The last time she’d seen Diego, she’d been in a hurry to stop a large drug shipment from leaving Miami. Maybe if she’d explained things better, things would’ve gone a lot smoother with Diego Torres. But at the time, she’d been running on coffee and no sleep, and under a tight deadline.

“Sorry, I left my cuffs at home this time.”

Dark, silky eyes stared back at her, and an image slammed into her head. For a brilliant second, she imagined what it would be like to have six-feet-plus of hard muscle covered in smooth, brown skin under her, cuffed and at her mercy.

God. A hot flush raced over her skin, and she cleared her throat. She wasn’t here for that. She had a job to do, a very personal one.

She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I’m on a leave of absence from work.”

“Well, wish I could tell you that it was a pleasure to see you again.” His scowl deepened.

Double ouch. “Look, I was in a rush last time we met. I was running on fumes and no sleep, and in the middle of a really big operation. You were not being helpful, and things were time sensitive—”

“You boarded my ship without a good explanation. Nor did you—”

“I had a warrant.”

“You could have explained.”

“I didn’t have time,” she snapped. “Sixteen-hundred pounds of cocaine were headed out on a ship, and I needed to stop it. You didn’t need to be an asshole.”

He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his broad chest. She watched those muscled arms flex, and remembered that he’d been a Navy SEAL. He had not gone soft since he’d left the Navy.

She blew out a breath. “I’m sorry, all right? I really need your help.”

He was quiet for a beat, and then he leaned against the railing. She took a second to look over the deck of his ship. Everything was neat and tidy, the deck was clean, and there were stacks of all kinds of equipment, half of which she didn’t recognize.

“You’re after an emerald,” he said.

Sloan nodded. “My granddad has been trying to find it for over three decades.”

“He’s sick.”

Pain shot through her.

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