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  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

Gary finally reached the parking lot and threw the kid into the side of the nearest truck. “We’re just getting started, Wolfe.” He jumped into a souped-up coup and zipped out of the parking lot, while the kid stood, rubbing his temple.

“You bet we are,” Wolfe muttered, looking down at the innocuous detonator as people streamed from the restaurant. He needed to call Force. Now.

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Gary Rockcliff threw the keys across the luxurious living room, watching impassively as they crashed into the sliding glass door leading to the sprawling deck and down to the lake. It had taken him several hours to drive to the remote and very private estate in North Carolina, and his anger had grown with each passing mile.

“Problem?” Theresa Rhodes stepped out of the perfectly decorated kitchen, wiping her manicured hands on a hand towel. Not that she’d been cooking. The princess never cooked.

“No.” He quickly banked all emotion and set his shoulders back. “Everything is going according to plan.”

One of her perfectly plucked eyebrows rose. “Is that a fact? The news has been covering an interesting story out of Tennessee.” She gestured toward the plasma television mounted above the large wooden mantel of the fireplace, beyond the white leather sofas that were harder than cement blocks.

He turned to watch the news, the sound muted, to see the country club he’d left hours earlier, where crime scene tape was stretched in overkill mode. Somebody had been bored. “So?”

“So?” She tossed the towel behind her, those intriguing blue eyes sparking. “Watch longer.”

“Watch your tone.” He turned, bored, and then saw his military ID plastered on the screen.

She stepped closer to him, her white linen pantsuit unwrinkled and molding to her tight body. Even hanging out in one of her many corporate and impossible-to-find mansions, she wore high heels and matching jewelry. “What were you thinking?”

He moved out of instinct, wrapping his hand around her neck and shoving her against the wall.

She gasped, her eyes widened, and color infused her patrician cheekbones. Excitement had her tongue out and wetting her perfectly Botoxed lips. She reached up and clawed sharp nails into his forearm, drawing blood. “Let go.”

He leaned in, every instinct inside him urging him to start squeezing until her eyes bugged out.

Her nipples hardened against the thin material, easily visible since she didn’t wear a bra. “You want to play? We’ll play, Rock. But don’t think for one second that you’re going to take your failure today out on me. We both know I have protection in place.”