Secrets
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Cynthia Eden
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Prologue
Heâd rescued her from hell.
Jennifer Wesley turned slightly, and her gaze fell on the man in bed beside her. Sleep made him look innocent, safe, but she knew that image was a lie.
There was nothing safe about Brodie McGuire. The man was a SEAL. Dangerous. Deadly. A force to be reckoned with.
Sheâd thought for certain that a rescue wasnât going to happen for her. Her captors had sure been confident that she would never escape from them. Then Brodie had appeared.
Her fingers brushed over his hard jaw, tracing the dark stubble there. His eyes opened at her touch, his green stare 100 percent awake and aware.
He was naked. So was she. After the rescue, once theyâd ditched her captors and made it to relative safety, the adrenaline and fear that sheâd felt for so long had morphed into something else entirely. The power of her desire had taken Jennifer by surprise.
He hadnât seduced her. Hadnât taken advantageâsheâd been the one so intent on kissing him. On finding some pleasure to push away the nightmares and the terror.
His gaze slowly slid over her face. She had the odd feeling that he was almostâŚalmost trying to memorize her features.
Only fair, really. She didnât want to forget anything about him.
âThank you,â Jennifer whispered.
His dark brows rose.
âFor saving me.â Not the lovemaking part. She felt her cheeks stain. âI thought I was going to die out there.â Her wrists were still red and raw from the rope burns. She tried to smile. âI sure am glad you were the navy SEAL assigned to my case.â She was more grateful than words would ever be able to express.
I would have died without him.
âYour father wasnât going to let you vanish,â Brodie assured her. She caught the faintest hint of a Texas drawl in his voice. There one moment, gone the next. âHe used all his pull to bring in my team.â
âMyâŚfather?â She kept the emotion from her voiceâsheâd learned that trick long ago. For her, life was all about acting now. Hiding emotion was necessary for survival.
âYeah, the oil magnate. Heâs the reason you were pulled into this mess.â Anger roughened his voice for a moment. âYour captors thought they could ransom you for a fortune.â
No, they hadnât. Theyâd just planned to kill her. But there was some information she couldnât tell her rescuer. He didnât have enough clearance to know everything.
Jennifer leaned forward. Her lips brushed across his. âThank you,â she said again.
His arms curled around her as he pulled her up against his body. Powerful, hard, hotâthose words perfectly described Brodie. She wanted to just stay there with him. To forget the rest of the world for a while.
But forgetting wasnât an option for her. Especially not when she could hear the pounding of footsteps right outside their safe house.
Gasping, she tried to pull back from him.
âEasy.â He let her go and rose to his feet. Brodie jerked on a pair of cargo pants and peered through the thin crack between the window and the long, dark curtain. âItâs my men.â
His men. Okay, right, but his men could not see her naked. Jennifer grabbed for her clothesâbloody and dirty though they wereâand she dressed as quickly as she could. When she whirled back around, Brodie was fully dressed, tooâlooking all crisp and in control, and not at all like a man whoâd spent the hours of the night making passionate love to her.
When he opened the door, Jennifer saw that his gun was tucked into the waistband of his pants. Men streamed into the safe house then, men who moved with the same controlled, soundless steps that Brodie used.
âWe have a chopper waiting for you, Ms. Wesley,â one of those men said. He was tall, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. âYouâll be on your way home in less than an hour.â
Home. She didnât really have one of those. Her gaze slid back to Brodie. She shouldnât ask this, but Jennifer still heard herself say, âWill you be on the chopper with me?â Because Brodie made her feel safe. In a world of lies, he was a man that she trusted. Someone she could count on.
It wasnât every day that a man risked his life to save her.
But Brodie shook his head. âI have to stay for mission containment. Thatâs your flight to freedom, not mine.â
The others were watching them. Did they know what had happened in that safe house? Jennifer felt as if the truth was stamped on her face. No, it isnât. You never reveal what you feel.
She closed the distance between them. She rose onto her tiptoes and, putting her mouth close to his ear, asked, âWill I ever see you again?â
His body was so tense against hers. âHopefully, you wonât need to see me.â
She eased away from him.
âTry not to get kidnapped again, and you wonât need me.â
Not get kidnapped? No, she couldnât make that promise. He didnât understand the world she lived in.
Her gaze swept over him. Lingered. He hadnât been what sheâd expected, and she wouldnât be forgetting him anytime soon.
Jennifer headed toward the door.
âIâmâŚIâm sure your father will be glad to see you,â Brodieâs gruff voice followed her. âHe moved heaven and hell to find you.â
Glancing back, Jennifer gave him a faint smile. âIâm sure heâll be thrilled when he sees me.â
And that would be a miracle, actually, considering that her father had been dead for ten years.
She followed her new guards and slipped out the door. The men with her were saying that she had to hurry, that her safety depended on a quick departure.
So Jennifer didnât glance back. She didnât waste time on goodbyes with Brodie.
Yes, heâd been unexpectedâŚand Jennifer was quite sure that sheâd never forget him.
Too bad he had no clue who she really was.
