But his next words hit me like a freight train. I didn’t really have time for idle chitchat about airports in Canada. Smaller than Toronto, you know? No crowds, no lineups.” I blinked, unsure what that had to do with me.

“I’m here at the London airport, waiting to leave for our vacation.” An excellent ex-agent and happily working in another capacity for me-but he was on leave. My phone rang, and I answered it tersely.Ĭonrad was one of my security men. I looked over at the sandwich sitting on the edge of my desk, the edges curling and drying, and I tapped the plate, knocking it into the garbage can. She was a cover, and it worked well for both of us.Īn hour later, I finished signing all the papers, and I shoved them out of the way, running a hand over my eyes. I had learned my lesson once.Īnne came in at ten, left at four, and when she wasn’t typing or filing, getting me lunch or coffee, she kept herself busy. She had no idea what really happened in the office behind her, and it was best kept that way. She was an older woman, happy to have a job, not caring about the dull work she processed daily. It was a shame the nights dragged so badly. The days passed in a rush of moments, it seemed. I punched the intercom, waiting until my secretary responded. I picked up my coffee, cursing yet again when I realized the cup was empty. Then I recalled I had a private office so I could curse all I wanted. I reached for a file, trying not to curse under my breath. Men of Hidden Justice Series by Melanie Moreland But now she’s back-with a secret she’s been keeping.

Hard.Ī lie tore us apart, and I thought I’d lost her forever. I knew she would be trouble, but I ignored the alarm bells. Listening to my gut, the warning voice in my head that told me when to walk away. Because love can bleed into the darkest heart

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