Deadly Promises.
by Sherrilyn Kenyon & Dianna Love & Cindy Gerard & Laura Griffin.
Contents
Just Bad Enough
Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love
Leave No Trace
Cindy Gerard
Unstoppable
Laura Griffin
Just Bad Enough
SHERRILYN K KENYON.
AND.
DIANNA L LOVE.
One.
Jeremy Sunn stood next to the gazebo in the middle of the park and glanced around the festival to be sure no one saw him where he normally wouldn"t be. Not on a Sunday off. Working undercover required patience, persistence, and... popcorn. He tossed a fluffy kernel into the air and caught the b.u.t.tery delight in his mouth then eyed the Greek water-maiden statue.
The one he"d been l.u.s.ting over for the past hour.
More like three weeks.
He"d staked out a lot of things in his undercover career with the BAD-Bureau of American Defense-agency, but never a woman for purely personal interest.
No one at the Festival of Emperors paid attention to him, probably because he"d dressed in jeans and a gray T-shirt instead of period clothing. Roman soldiers and women in togas hustled around trying to buy up the last deals of the day. The mid-July event drew traffic from across metro Atlanta to the historic square in Marietta.
And no one strolling past the water maiden in the last hour had noticed why that one statue was different from the other three, besides being the only female sculpture.
But he did.
Beneath all that caked-on makeup beat the live heart of a flesh-and-blood woman. One he had to get an answer from before heading back to work on Tuesday.
h.e.l.l of a way to squander his last day off for a while and ancient history wasn"t his forte, but he lived only a mile away and she she was worth standing here waiting for the festival to end. He hoped. was worth standing here waiting for the festival to end. He hoped.
A simple yes or no.
One answer had the power to... eat a hole in his gut.
Sweat trickled down his neck but he couldn"t be as hot as that water maiden posed silently amid three ma.s.sive concrete sculptures of Greek G.o.ds.
CeCe Caprice just pretended to be a statue. She could go for hours without moving a muscle when she performed.
He could attest to how hard she trained daily at his gym in Marietta. Yep, every inch of that shapely body wrapped in a toga and posed with a baby doll also coated in white plaster was very much a living, breathing human... and one hot female.
That he couldn"t touch, d.a.m.n it.
Correction. Wouldn"t touch. Not if he found out she really had meant to give him a "back off" signal yesterday after spending the afternoon planting some d.a.m.n flowers in her yard.
At least, that"s how he"d read her odd reaction when he asked her out to dinner. Now he was starting to wonder if he"d jumped to the wrong conclusion when she hadn"t actually said the word "no."
He"d never pressed a woman for anything so he"d backed off. Quick. Then regretted it when he missed her for the past twenty-four hours. He"d gotten used to sharing iced tea on her patio for the best part of three weeks, had never spent that much time just talking to a woman. The females he met were only interested in what he intended to do to their naked bodies.
But CeCe had hung on his words. And laughed at his jokes.
He hadn"t even kissed her or had dinner with her.
Twenty-four hours of no iced tea, no talking, and no smiles. He missed her. Couldn"t get her out of his mind for one day.
A woman had never spun him inside out like this.
l.u.s.t used to be fun, and short-lived. Not obsessive.
Three weeks at home recuperating from a leg wound-a souvenir of his last mission-hadn"t turned out anything like he"d expected. Limping to his mailbox the first day at home he"d expected nothing more exciting than his standard fan mail from bill collectors.
When the screen door on the rental house next to his burst open and CeCe strolled down her driveway, the first thing he"d noticed was the sweet belly b.u.t.ton winking at him between a red half shirt and white shorts.
He"d thought one of his teammates from BAD had sent him a get-well-soon girl. No way could that little bombsh.e.l.l be his honest to G.o.d next-door neighbor.
His luck had never run that that hot. hot.
But she was indeed a new addition to the neighborhood. For the first time since moving there he regretted having to leave as soon as he healed.
CeCe had destroyed any operating brain cells he"d possessed the minute she smiled at him. Blue eyes had sparkled bright as sapphires tossed up in blazing sunshine. Every time she turned her head, he fought the urge to touch the wavy auburn hair that brushed her shoulders.
He woke up at night thinking about that thick ma.s.s spread across a pillow. His pillow. His bed.
But CeCe wasn"t the kind of woman you spent a couple of steamy nights with then walked away. He"d be the first to admit he came by women easily only because the women he met saw him as nothing more than a short-term s.e.xual buzz. Something to hold them over until the real thing came along. He"d accepted that for years as a trade-off for not having to spend his life entirely alone.
h.e.l.l, he wasn"t long-term material. Not with his criminal history or his current occupation that required going back to prison on a regular basis.
And it wasn"t like he could tell a woman he got arrested and thrown in the joint as part of his job description for BAD.
Which was why he should be looking for fast, fun, and forgettable instead of waiting to talk to CeCe here, the one place she couldn"t disappear in her house and ignore him. He"d tried to do the same, to forget CeCe, but he"d spent three amazing weeks pretending he had a normal life because a sweet young woman shared iced tea and talked to him. She made him want a normal life. He just didn"t know how to go about making it happen. Of all the women who had climbed in his bed, he"d never desired one like he wanted CeCe, and he hadn"t even held her in his arms. Spending time with her felt too d.a.m.ned good not to try again to ask her out. To try to keep her.
No mission had turned his gut inside out like this.
He officially went back to work undercover in two days. Before that happened he would know where he stood with her. Had she turned down the date because she"d really really had plans with her brother or because she wouldn"t date a neighbor? had plans with her brother or because she wouldn"t date a neighbor?
He only wanted a date. A dinner, movie... h.e.l.l, he didn"t know. Anything. Something.
But if CeCe told him no today he"d respect her decision and walk away... then ask BAD to relocate his residence while he was gone on the next mission so he wouldn"t have to face coming home to find another man on her patio.
Popcorn crackled inside the bag he crushed in his fist.
d.a.m.n it, he"d never been in knots over a woman before.
"Hey, J!" a familiar male voice yelled.
Jeremy groaned. What the h.e.l.l was Blade doing here? He stepped away from the side of the gazebo he"d been leaning against and turned to find Blade covering the fifty feet between them with long strides. Most people thought the skinny six-foot, four-inch guy got his name from having a body that moved through crowds like a black knife slicing water, not because he"d carried a switchblade since grade school.
After being busted in a chop shop raid and doing a stint in prison, Blade returned home to start a legitimate body shop business. Rehabilitating a cat not to hunt mice would be more realistic, but he"d been straight for a year and swore he was going to stay on this side of the law. His Denzel Washington smile, charismatic tongue, and ever present sense of humor drew women faster than bees to a hive.
Jeremy met him when they landed in the same cellblock in a Florida correctional inst.i.tute after Jeremy got picked up for possession of stolen goods. BAD planted the merchandise and dropped the dime on him via a snitch so Jeremy could expose the ident.i.ty of a nasty guy who had tortured and murdered three teens who refused to steal for him.
A dirty, but rewarding, job most days.
"Whatcha doing here?" Blade glided up in blue jeans and a red T-shirt sporting a motorcycle design. "This ain"t your playground, dog."
"Boning up on ancient history." Jeremy peeked at his water maiden to make sure CeCe hadn"t come out of her comatose state yet, but she hadn"t so much as blinked.
"Speaking of b.o.n.e.rs, I got something right up your alley."
"That"s not what I said."
"But it"s what you"re thinkin" about."
"How do you figure that?" Jeremy crossed his arms.
"Your eyes are open." Blade broke out a grin that destroyed any chance of staying p.i.s.sed off at him.
Labeling Blade a "close friend" stretched the definition only because a true friend gave unconditional trust. Jeremy had learned at birth that anyone, even family, would eventually turn their back on you.
However, when it came to extending trust to someone other than Jeremy"s teammates in BAD, Blade was that rare exception.
"Now that we"ve determined your state of mind," Blade continued with his line of trash talk. "Glad I spotted you. I got a sizzlin"-hot babe you don"t wanna miss, right over there."
Jeremy looked in the direction Blade hooked his thumb over his shoulder. Two voluptuous smiling beauties dressed in costume were walking toward them through the middle of the park.
"Who"re they?" Jeremy hoped his unchecked irritation hadn"t come through, but introducing him to any woman right now was really bad timing. The last thing he needed was for CeCe to come out of her trance and see him flirting with another female.
But Blade noticed the smallest things sometimes and Jeremy wasn"t ready to let him know about his infatuation with CeCe.
"That black diamond in the Cleopatra outfit is Cleo. She"s mine mine." Blade waggled his eyebrows. "That redheaded seductress is Shelilah." He drew out the name Shuh-liii-luh Shuh-liii-luh in adoration. in adoration.
"Shelilah? Is that even a real name? Did they have Shelilahs in Roman time?" Weren"t all these statues of emperors from Rome?
"Details, details. Her name"s probably Sheila." Blade beamed one of his on-the-move smiles at the women and lifted a finger for them to wait a minute then turned to Jeremy. "Come on, man. You"re my lucky charm. These two are perfect. Right up your alley-hot women looking for some quick action then leaving tomorrow for Florida. All they want are a couple man toys for a night."
A disposable date.
Jeremy had been disposable from the first hours of his life when his mother tossed him into the closest Dumpster. He hadn"t fared much better in all the foster homes after that. The only place that ever wanted to keep him had been juvie. He"d learned skills in there that put him on a path to fast money and hard time.
But all that stopped with BAD, or at least changed, since he now committed crimes only when ordered to for a mission.
Jeremy shrugged. "I"ll pa.s.s, but thanks anyhow." He had only forty-eight hours left and intended to spend as much time as he could with CeCe if if she gave him the green light. she gave him the green light.
This was his only chance. He could be gone for a week or a month.
By then, CeCe could be in someone else"s arms.
"Are you crazy? What"s wrong with you?" Blade growled and hooked his thumbs in the corners of his jean pockets. "I ain"t seen you with a skirt in two weeks. Thought you were healed."
Three weeks, actually, to be exact. But who"s counting? But who"s counting?
"I"m healed." The wound in his thigh was sore but he could function. "Like you said, none that you"ve seen seen me with." Jeremy glanced over at the CeCe statue, no idea what possessed him to want a woman who said she"d just moved away from home for the first time. She had a quick wit and wasn"t the least bit meek. Too sweet to be worldly or a quick fling... me with." Jeremy glanced over at the CeCe statue, no idea what possessed him to want a woman who said she"d just moved away from home for the first time. She had a quick wit and wasn"t the least bit meek. Too sweet to be worldly or a quick fling...
"Come on, J. Get out of that d.a.m.n funk you"ve been in. You don"t come charm these women I"m gonna revoke your bada.s.s license." Blade grinned, which meant his devious mind was up to no good. "In fact, I"ll tell everyone in the hood you done turned pansy-a.s.sed on us and can"t get it up around a knockout woman no more."
"You bite, you know that? Let"s go." Jeremy resigned himself to making small talk until he could find a way to get out of Blade"s deal without insulting Shelilah and before CeCe left the festival, or saw him first.