Secrets. Cynthia Eden

      “That woman has training,” Davis murmured. “She almost took me down.”

      Not an easy feat, considering the number of times that Brodie had sparred with his brother.

      “She was seconds away from gouging my eyes out and breaking my nose,” Davis added.

      Brodie’s brows climbed at that news. Jennifer had always struck him as delicate, almost breakable.

      “She didn’t even scream.” Davis had turned away and was wearily walking down the hallway. “Just attacked. Got to admire a woman with a fire like that.”

       Yeah, you did.

      He glanced back at Jennifer’s closed door.

      But where had a high-society girl like Jennifer learned to fight so well that she’d almost taken out a man with SEAL training?

      It seemed that Jennifer might have more secrets than he’d realized. Thoughtful now, Brodie returned to his room and booted up his computer. When Brodie checked his email, he saw that the case notes from the New Orleans attacks had been sent to him. Eyes narrowing, he began to read...

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      THE SECURITY AT the McGuire ranch was good, too good. The McGuires had been determined to turn their home into a fortress after their parents’ death, and they’d sure succeeded in that plan.

      In the darkness, he searched for any weaknesses that would allow him access to his prey. He searched, but he found none.

      He made sure not to trigger any alarms. After all, he wasn’t an amateur.

      If he couldn’t get to Jennifer, because she was secured so tightly on the McGuire homestead, then he’d just have to rip that safety net away for her.

      Maybe it was time for Brodie McGuire to realize that Jennifer was a serious threat, one that shouldn’t be anywhere near the other members of his family.

      Jennifer couldn’t be trusted, and she shouldn’t be protected because, at her core, she was just a killer.

       How long will it take before you throw her to the wolves, Brodie McGuire?

      He couldn’t wait to find out.