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Jasmine
“IS THIS A BAD IDEA?” I ask Tom for the fifth time since I called Senator Flack on a new burner phone to set up the lunch date.
“I’ll have eyes and ears on you at all times. Nothing’s going to happen.” Tom straightens the collar of my blouse where the tiny receiver is clipped. The other piece is in my ear, but it’s so small, no one would notice even if my hair wasn’t covering it.
Oh Lordy, I am never going to pull this off. I am not field agent material that’s for sure.
“I could be wanted by the LIL by now. We both could. What if he knows that, and someone’s there to arrest me?”
“You already checked the database. Absolutely nothing has been filed about either one of us. Which further confirms there’s something fishy to this case.”
“How do you mean?”“I mean, if this were a simple case of you disobeying orders and refusing to call in, it woRelated chapters
Burning in your Love Tom
HOLY SHIT. Holy shit. Holy shit.I just attacked humans. I have human blood in my mouth. I had to wipe it off the front of my chest. The scariest thing—or is it the sanest thing—I wasn’t the monster. I was me, just in wolf form. My head was clear. My instincts and reflexes were even faster than normal.I attacked swiftly, immobilized the attacker, and reached Jasmine. I eliminated both threats, despite taking a bullet to the back. Then I had the wherewithal to go back and pick up the comms unit and my clothes with my cell phone, then steal this car and get back in communication with Jasmine.Jasmine.She’s probably freaking out. What will I tell her?I whip down the alleyway just as a bullet sounds. It hits my car.Damn, I’ve been detected. A blue Buick is right behind me, and—oh fuck— another car pulls up and blocks the other end of the alley.I slam on the brakes when I see Jasmine. “Get in!
Burning in your Love Tom
IT’S LATE. I pace up and down the length of the cabin as Jasmine’s fingers fly on the keys. She’s hacking back into the LIL, searching for anything we can find on who’s behind American Trade Assets, the political action group that appeared on Director Scape’s bank deposits.My thoughts, normally so ordered and neat, are a jumbled mess. I’m sweating, practically feverish as if the moonlight is stronger than the sun, and it’s burning me through the thin curtain hung over the rustic cabin window.I need Jasmine so bad, I’m sick. Nausea quakes in my belly, my fingernails dig into my skin. Not even the desire to shift and run can tear me from her side even as it kills me to be close to her. The muscles in my arms and legs begin shaking. Okay. I need to get out of here.“I’m going for a run.”Jasmine’s fingers stop moving, and she turns. Whatever she sees in my face makes her draw back. She stand
Burning in your Love Jasmine
I WAKE TO A CREAKING FLOORBOARD.Tom?Did he come back in? Of course, I locked the door, but Tom Dune could get past any lock if he wanted to. I didn’t think he would though.And yet, relief is not a strong enough word for how I feel at the idea he’s come back. It’s more like celebration. Like everything was off in the world, and now it’s right again.The doorknob to the bedroom turns slowly, and the hair stands up on my head.It’s not Tom.My instincts take over, and I throw myself over the side of the bed, rolling under it just as the door creaks and swings wide.Someone grunts and a body thuds to the floor.Somehow, I stifle my scream.The cabin shakes with gunfire in the living room. I crawl on my belly to retrieve the pistol on the night table. Based on the thuds and smacks of hand to hand combat, interspersed with gunfire from the front room, I think Tom’s here, silently fighting to protec
Burning in your Love Jasmine
I CRANE my head to watch the lights of the cop cars recede behind us. Tom drives like a madman, guiding the bike down narrow trashcan-lined alleyways. We don’t stop until we’re on a street lined with respectable brick townhouses.“Think we lost them?”Tom shrugs. The wariness hasn’t left his shoulders. With everything that’s happened, I’m running out of shock, but the sight of him lifting the bike like it was a toy is forever burned into my brain.I guess these super spies eat their Wheaties.“Why are the cops looking for us?”“Someone put a bulletin out. I’m burned, you’re probably wanted as an accomplice.”I let my head sag against his shoulder. He reaches back and squeezes my knee.“Let’s get to the safehouse. Then we can work on clearing you and your father’s name.”And figure out who sent men to grab me. I can’t even deal wi
Burning in your Love Jasmine
DUSK SETTLES by the time the car rolls down a long, dusty dirt road. The wheel hits a pothole, and I blink awake.“Almost home,” Tom murmurs, and I flash him a little grin. I’m wearing a “Virginia is for Lovers” shirt, courtesy of a tourist shop. I wriggle my toes in my new, sparkly flip-flops. Out of D.C. traffic, on a nice back road near the Maryland coastline, I feel like I’m on vacation.“If it wasn’t for all the shooting and dead people, this spy stuff would be kinda fun,” I tell him.He nods, the corners of his mouth turning up. I sense he’s been worried about my state of mind after the near-kidnapping, but once the adrenaline left my body, I dozed all the way from D.C. The little nap did me wonders.It’s crazy how much I trust Tom. I couldn’t have slept so easily next to anyone else in the world. I feel a little guilty, having the weight of my problems rest on his super spy sho
Burning in your Love Tom
I PICKED up steaks at the grocery on the way in, and light the grill. I bought four, but I swear, I could eat ten. Jasmine’s going to be on to me when she sees me wolfing—heh—these down.Hell, I can’t believe she hasn’t put two and two together already. I guess werewolf is just so far out of people’s minds as a real possibility, they refuse to see what is.I’m speaking from experience, of course.I was so sure my father and Nash had been the subject of some government gene modification or enhancement project. I just never put the wolf thing together. Not even with the memory of my father’s death.Not until I saw it with my own eyes.I throw the steaks on the grill, along with corn on the cob still in the husk. Jasmine comes out and hands me a beer.“I didn’t get Flack. Just left a message. Bryce and Johnson are fine, just restless.”I clink the mouth of my beer bottle to he
Burning in your Love Jasmine
TOM WATCHES me eat like it’s an erotic act. His gaze never leaves my lips as he shovels food past his own.Three steaks.I’m not kidding you. The guy ate three steaks. It’s incredible. He must have the highest metabolism in the history of the universe. Well, how else would hebe able to lift a Harley Davidson over a concrete divider?Spending this time with him is like getting wrangled into a thriller. I’m holding my breath, squeezing my eyes closed, but still enjoying the ride. Loving watching the strong, brave, and handsome hero defeat the bad guys. At least I hope that’s how this one ends.Tom certainly makes me believe everything will come out all right even though logic tells me differently. When I stop and think about how deep I’m into this thing—how meaningless my life may soon become… Well, I can’t think that way. It’s too morbid. Plus, Bryce and Johnson’s lives hang in the
Burning in your Love Jasmine
PAIN RIPS THROUGH ME—A burning, gauging pain.He bit me.I don’t believe it, but Tom flies back and lands onto his ass on the floor, blood dripping from oversized canines.And his eyes.Ice. Blue.Just like the wolf in the stairwell. Like the wolf at the cabin.Cold gooseflesh runs across my arms. No. It can’t be.Werewolves don’t exist.But there’s no other explanation. Tom is a freaking werewolf!And he bit me—the man I would’ve sworn this morning would protect me from anything.“Get back!” I shout even though he’s already retreated. Hands shaking, I grab the Glock from my purse and cock it. Blood soaks my t-shirt around my right shoulder.Flashes of what I’ve already seen run through my mind. Tom’s need to go out alone for night runs. The wolf tearing at the door of the cabin. The wolf appearing in the stairwell while Tom went off comms. It all fi
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