Mission: Irresistible. Sharon Sala

for another stinging rebuttal, his question took her off guard. “Umm…I, uh…don’t suppose.”

      “Good,” he said, and pulled the plate in front of him, then picked up the waffle like a piece of toast and took a hearty bite. As he chewed, his eyebrows arched in surprised appreciation. Then he swallowed. “Not bad,” he said. “Not bad, at all,” and opened his mouth again.

      Suddenly, Ally regained her sense of self and snatched the waffle out of his hands just in time to save it from another bite.

      “I changed my mind,” she said. “You eat what you ordered and I’ll eat mine.”

      Ally stared down at her plate and the chaos he’d made of the waffle. Sighing, she reached for her fork when she heard him clear his throat. She looked up, glaring at the smug expression on his face. Damn him. There’s nothing wrong with being a little bit fussy about one’s food.

      “What?” she asked.

      He shrugged, as if to say he didn’t know what she was asking.

      “That’s what I thought,” she snapped. As she began trimming off the uneven spot he’d bitten into, she heard him chuckle.

      “Just because I don’t want to share my food, doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with me,” she muttered.

      East’s grin stilled. He leaned forward. “Ally.”

      “What?” she mumbled, refusing to look up.

      “I was just teasing you. There isn’t a damn thing wrong with you, do you hear me?”

      She paused, letting an old pain resettle itself around the region of her heart. Then, just to prove she was as outrageous as the next, she set her jaw and cut a reckless swath through the chilling waffle, slashing off a diamond-shaped bite, rather than her usual, perfect square. Then she gave him a “take that” look and stuffed the bite into her mouth just as their waiter appeared with East’s breakfast.

      East hid a grin as the waiter set down his food. Moments later, he dug into his scrambled eggs and bacon. As he ate, he couldn’t help thinking they’d never tasted so good and wondered if it was the waffle appetizer that had piqued his appetite, or the company he was in. Either way, for a day that had started off so chaotically, it was turning into something very interesting.

      Chapter 4

      Rain drifted in blowing sheets, hammering against the windows of the two-story cabin overlooking the gorge below. Normally the view was magnificent and the isolation well suited to Jonah’s needs, but not today. The only way off the mountain was by helicopter or on foot, and until the storm passed, neither was possible.

      He paced the floor between windows and walls, his anger growing at the latest news he’d just received. A courier had just been arrested at the Iranian border carrying highly classified documents. Documents that led straight back to him. And if that wasn’t damning enough, there was the matter of one-hundred thousand dollars recently deposited into his personal bank account that he could not explain.

      “Damn, damn, damn it to hell,” Jonah growled, then pivoted sharply and slammed his fist into a wall.

      If it wasn’t for the President’s intervention, the Attorney General would already be issuing a warrant for his arrest. He didn’t know how much longer he could fend off these assaults on his credibility and character. Immediately his thoughts went to Alicia Corbin. Before, he’d been willing to give her plenty of time to play on Easton Kirby’s guilt, but this latest stunt with the foreign courier changed everything. Whoever was trying to ruin him was escalating the incidents. Time was no longer on his side. She’d been there almost a week and he needed to know what was happening at Condor Mountain Resort, because if East couldn’t be persuaded to help, he was going to be forced to look to someone else. But to whom? The only reason he’d approached East in the first place was because he didn’t know who else to trust.