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  1. “YOU CAN TOUCH ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T ABANDON THE JOB.”
  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. Teaser chapter
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He took her hand this time, holding tight when she tried to pull away. “Remember your role, too. And Brigid? If your dad has knowledge, his best bet is to work with us once everything goes down. I’ll make sure he has a chance to make a deal, somehow. So long as he wasn’t in on Agent Treeson’s killing.” If he had been, which was doubtful, Raider would put him in the ground himself. It was only fair to warn her.

“There’s no record of my dad working with any criminal organization after he left Boston and bought the farm here with my mother,” Brigid snapped.

Was she going to be able to pull this off? Raider had no experience working with civilians, and emotional ones at that. How she channeled that emotion into cracking computer code fascinated the hell out of him, and that was before taking in her stunning eyes and wild curves. He had to think of her as a job and nothing more.

As darkness deepened, he worked it through in his mind.

“How about you trust me to do the right thing?” He surprised himself by asking the question. By how much her answer meant to him.

“Not a chance,” she muttered, turning back to the window.

Humor attacked him, and he barked out a laugh. Man, Miss A would love Brigid. The thought sobered him. There was next to no possibility the two women would ever meet. After this op was over, they’d probably go their separate ways.

A faded red barn came into the circle of the headlights next to what looked like a bunkhouse. Then another barn and a lot of equipment. He kept driving, and soon a white clapboard farmhouse with a wide porch appeared between several trees with a creek running between it and another huge barn. “Wow.” It was his perfect image of a family home. One he hadn’t had until he’d met Miss A.

Brigid nodded. “There used to be a picket fence, but the cows get loose every once in a while and run through it. My mom finally gave up on it and tulips, because the deer eat tulips no matter what they have to jump over to reach the buds.”

The remaining flowers were purple and apparently deer resistant. Wildflowers sprang up on either side of the winding creek.

A tall older man with a barrel of a chest stepped through the screen door to the wooden porch, a shotgun in his hand.

Brigid sighed. “My father.”

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten