Assumed Identity(80)

He stood as she got out of the car and she swore he’d grown an inch or two in height. She knew every muscle and inch of that skin beneath his chambray shirt, every place that made him moan and sigh with pleasure.

The memory made her yearn to touch him again.

He wore a long duster and a dress shirt indicating he’d been at Mason’s wedding when she’d called. But his somber expression told her he held the weight of the world on those broad shoulders.

Then his gaze pinned her with a look of contempt, and she almost wished she’d let another agent handle this job.

But it was her fault Will had gone missing, and she had vowed to herself that one day she’d find him and bring him back to Brody.

Now she knew Will was alive, she had to keep that promise.

No matter how much it cost her.