Expecting Trouble. Delores Fossen

didn’t quite buy that. Still, she tried.

      He moved back slightly. But not before she caught his scent. Sweat mixed with deodorant soap and the faint smell of the leather from his combat boots. It was far more pleasant than it should have been.

      Stunned and annoyed with her reaction, Jenna cursed herself. Here she was, close to dying, only hours out of a really bad relationship, and her body was already reminding her that Agent Cal Rico smelled pleasant. Heaven help her. She was obviously a candidate for therapy.

      “I’ll do everything within my power to get you out of here,” he whispered. “That’s a promise.”

      Jenna stared at him, trying to figure out if he was lying. No sign of that. Just pure undiluted confidence. And much to her surprise, she believed him. It was probably a reaction to the testosterone fantasy he was weaving around her. But she latched on to his promise.

      “All clear,” he said before they started to move again. They hurried out the door and into the alley that divided the hotel from another building. Cal never even paused. He broke into a run and made sure she kept up with him. He made a beeline for a deserted cantina. They ducked inside, and he pulled her to the floor.

      “We’re at the rendezvous point,” he said into his communicator. “How soon before you can pick up Ms. Laniere?” A few seconds passed before he relayed to her, “A half hour.”

      That was an eternity with the battle raging only yards away. “We’ll be safe here?” Jenna tried not to make it sound like a question.

      “Safe enough, considering.”

      “How did you even know I was in that hotel?”

      Cal shifted his position so he could keep watch out the window. “Intel report.”

      “There was an intelligence report about me?” But she didn’t wait for him to answer. “Who are you? Not your name. I got that. But why are you here?”

      He shrugged as if the answer were obvious. “I’m a special agent with International Security Agency—the ISA. I’ve been monitoring you since you arrived in Monte de Leon.”

      Still not understanding, she shook her head. “Why?”

      “Because of your boyfriend, Paul Tolivar. He is bad news. A criminal under investigation.”

      Judas Priest. This was about Paul. Who else?

      “My ex-boyfriend,” she corrected. “And I wish I’d known he was bad news before I flew down here.”

      Maybe it was because she was staring craters into him, but Agent Rico finally looked at her. Their gazes met. And held.

      “I don’t suppose someone could have told me he was under investigation?” she demanded.

      He was about to shrug again, but she held tight to his shoulder. “We couldn’t risk telling you because you might have told Paul.”

      Special Agent Rico might have added more, if there hadn’t been an earsplitting explosion just up the street. It sent an angry spray of dirt and glass right at them. He reacted fast. He shoved her to the floor, and covered her body with his. Protecting her.

      They waited. He was on top of her, with his rock-solid abs right against her stomach and one of his legs wedged between hers. Other parts of them were aligned as well.

      His chest against her breasts. Squishing them.

      The man was solid everywhere. Probably not an ounce of body fat. She’d never really considered that an asset, but she did now. Maybe all that strength would get them out of this alive.

      Since they might be there for a while, and since Jenna wanted to get her mind off the gunfire, she forced herself to concentrate on something else.

      “I believe Paul might be doing something illegal. He uses cash, never credit cards, and he always steps away from me whenever someone calls him on his cell. I know that’s not really proof of any wrongdoing.”

      In fact, the only proof she had was that Paul was a jerk. When she refused to marry him, he’d slapped her and stormed out. Jenna hadn’t waited around to see if he’d return with an apology. She hadn’t even waited when Paul’s driver had refused to take her into town. She’d walked the two miles, leaving everything but her purse behind.

      Agent Rico smirked. “Tolivar was under investigation for at least a dozen felonies. The Justice Department thought you could be a witness for their case against him.”

      “Me?” She’d said that far louder than she intended. Then she whispered, “But I don’t know anything.” Oh, mercy. She hadn’t thought things would be that bad. “What did Paul want with me? Not a green card. He’s already a U.S. citizen.”

      Cal nodded. “The Justice Department believes he wanted your accounting firm so he could use it to launder money.”

      “Wait, he can’t have my accounting firm. According to the terms of my father’s will, I’m not allowed to sell or donate even a portion of the firm to anyone that isn’t family.”

      He had no quick response, and his hesitation had her head racing with all sorts of bad ideas.

      “We believe Paul Tolivar planned to marry you one way or another this evening,” Cal said. “He had a phony marriage license created, in case you turned down his proposal. Intel indicates that after the marriage, he planned to keep you under lock and key so he could control your business and your money.”

      A sickening feeling of betrayal came first. Then anger. Not just at Paul, but at herself for believing him and not questioning his motives. Still, something didn’t add up. “If Paul planned to keep me captive, then why didn’t he come after me when I left his estate?”

      “He had someone follow you. I doubt he intended to let you leave the country. He contacted the only taxi service in town and told them to stall you.”

      So she’d been waiting for a taxi that would never have shown up. And it was probably just a matter of time before Paul came after her.

      “I slept with him,” Jenna mumbled. Groaned. She pushed her fists against the sides of her head. “You must think I’m the most gullible woman in the world.”

      “No. I think you’re an heiress who was conned.”

      Yes. Paul had given her the full-court press after she’d met him at a fund-raiser. Phone calls. Roses. Yellow roses, her favorite. And more. “He told me he was dying of a brain tumor.”

      Rico shook his head. “No brain tumor.”

      It took Jenna a moment to get her teeth unclenched. “The SOB. I want him arrested. I want—”

      “He’s dead.”

      She had to fight through her fit of rage to understand what he’d said. “Paul’s dead?”

      Cal Rico nodded. “He was murdered about an hour ago. That’s why I’m here—to stop the same thing from happening to you.”

      Her heart fell to her knees. “Wh-what?”

      “We have reason to believe that Paul left instructions. In the event of his death, he wanted others dead, too. You included. Those rebel soldiers out there are after you. And they have orders to kill you on sight.”

       Chapter One

       International Security Agency Regional Headquarters

       San Antonio, Texas

       One year later

      Special Agent Cal Rico checked his watch—again. Only three minutes had passed since the last time he’d looked. It felt longer.

      A lot longer.

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