Code Name: Nanny (SEAL and Code Name #5)(110)

Summer traced his mouth. “As I recall, you were singing the first time we met.”

“That was different. I didn’t know you were there and my leg hurt, so I was trying to distract myself from the pain.”

“I thought you were just being a jerk.” Summer laughed softly. “For a jerk, you had a world-class butt and abs to die for.”

“You looked? You made such a big deal about ignor-ing me.”

She’d looked, all right. No woman alive could have ignored that amazing body. Even Mother Teresa would have stolen a quick peek. “So sue me. What happens now that we know each other’s deep, dark secrets?”

“Nothing. It’s enough to know, and feel safe that someone else knows. It’s about trusting, not necessarily about doing.”

Another arrow zinged deep into Summer’s heart.

“Smart guy.” She slid her leg across Gabe’s body. “If I had any strength left, I might just—”

Gabe cut her off, frowning as a dark shape moved out of the snow. “Hell.”

“What?”

“We’ve got company.”

Summer stared over his shoulder. “Just a snowplow. See, he’s turning in the opposite direction. Life has to go on, I suppose.”

“Not for me,” Gabe muttered. “I may just change my address to the backseat of this car.”

“Good plan.” She collapsed against him, scattering provoking kisses over his chest until he pulled her down and stilled her with a tongue-to-tongue, openmouthed kiss that started the whole dizzy madness all over again.



An hour later Gabe could barely move and his knee hurt, but he’d never felt so alive in his life. He owed it all to Summer.

Not because she didn’t have a clue how graceful, gorgeous, and sensual she was. Not even because of her focus and intensity, which he found more sexually arousing than any low-cut lingerie.

It was because of the bond that had grown, unshakable between them. Because of their trust. Either way, it added up to a four-letter word he hadn’t had the courage to use for years.

His parents’ marriage had been rock stable for fifty years, and they’d held hands right up to the day his father had died of a massive heart attack. Gabe had figured they were some kind of freak of nature and had long ago stopped hoping to find the same kind of intensity in a relationship. The women he met usually wanted a few drinks and a night of gritty sex, no strings attached.

And when they waved good-bye, Gabe had always felt a sense of relief.

But Summer had stirred a different reaction right from the start. He’d needed to know more about her, wanted to get closer, from the second he’d seen her glaring at him outside the shower.

She wasn’t bouncy and perky. Her nose was slightly crooked, her shoulders were a little too wide, and she had a mouth that could raise welts. But he found her blindingly irresistible. The sex was incredible, too, but this went way beyond sex. Staring into the darkness, Gabe smiled.

Her eyes were closed, and her breath skimmed his cheek as she slept, curved against his chest. Even the slightest friction of her thigh against his groin rocketed down to his growing erection.

It was happening again. She made him feel fifteen again, awash in hormones and sheer lust.

But she had to be tender after all they’d done. Ignoring his need, he pulled the blanket over them and drifted off to sleep while snow whispered muted promises in the night.



“You asleep?”

“Mmnrah.”

“Summer?”

“Wmmmm.”

Gabe shifted her sleepy body, peering through the gray, predawn light.

A motor raced nearby.

Gabe pulled the blanket up over her breasts. “We’ve got company.”

“G’way. Not on duty,” she rasped.

He almost smiled. What had happened to the 24/7 work-obsessed field agent he’d met a few months ago? “It’s Gabe, honey, not work.”

“Gowaywannasleep.”

The blanket twisted free, hitched across her shoulder. Her lovely breasts glinted up at him in the dawn light.

Cursing, Gabe covered her up, then reached for his pants. “I think you need to wake up, here.”

Sighing, she pulled the pillow over her head.

Gabe dug under the seat and found his jeans. After digging through more clothes and Summer’s dropped cell phone, he found the weapon he’d stashed during the night. Not that he expected trouble, but Gabe had learned that trouble usually came when you had your pants down.

Metaphorically speaking.

Car lights flashed through the swirling snow, and a voice drifted toward him.

Gabe eased the gun into his palm as a figure loomed out of the snow, bending toward the window.

Gloved hands brushed off a wedge of snow, and dark eyes flashed in a dark face. “Damn it, Morgan, don’t you ever answer that overpriced cell phone I gave you?”





[page]chapter 42

As snow piled up on the windows, Gabe cursed softly. The expensive cell phone in question now showed six missed calls.

Leave it to Izzy to track him down in the middle of the season’s biggest snowstorm.

After checking to be certain that Summer’s blanket was secure, Gabe rolled down the window. “Sorry, didn’t hear your calls. Things got a little hectic.” He cleared his throat. “With the storm and all.”