Carol Ericson - Navy Seal Spy

Her lashes fluttered against her smooth cheeks. “I wasn’t in any danger when you left me to do another tour.”

“You were in danger of erecting your hard shell again. I’d broken through. I’d made you feel safe and loved, and then I snatched all that away.” He skimmed the pad of his thumb along her jaw. “And I never even said I was sorry.”

“You did what you had to do.” She shrugged, and he put his hands on her raised shoulders.

“Don’t. Don’t pretend it didn’t hurt. Don’t pretend I didn’t betray your trust, your … love.”

Her chest rose and fell as she twisted her fingers in her lap. “Liam, I …”

He held his breath, waiting for the words he’d needed to hear from her two years ago.

Instead an explosion rocked the car and lit up the night sky.

Navy SEAL Spy

Carol Ericson

www.millsandboon.co.uk

CAROL ERICSONlives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To learn more about Carol, please visit her website, www.carolericson.com, “Where romance flirts with danger.”

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For LRF, my future Navy SEAL

Contents

Cover

Introduction “Protection is my job, and I know I blew it before, but I’m not going to make that mistake again.” Her lashes fluttered against her smooth cheeks. “I wasn’t in any danger when you left me to do another tour.” “You were in danger of erecting your hard shell again. I’d broken through. I’d made you feel safe and loved, and then I snatched all that away.” He skimmed the pad of his thumb along her jaw. “And I never even said I was sorry.” “You did what you had to do.” She shrugged, and he put his hands on her raised shoulders. “Don’t. Don’t pretend it didn’t hurt. Don’t pretend I didn’t betray your trust, your … love.” Her chest rose and fell as she twisted her fingers in her lap. “Liam, I …” He held his breath, waiting for the words he’d needed to hear from her two years ago. Instead an explosion rocked the car and lit up the night sky.

Title Page Navy SEAL Spy Carol Ericson www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author CAROL ERICSON lives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To learn more about Carol, please visit her website, www.carolericson.com , “Where romance flirts with danger.”

Dedication For LRF, my future Navy SEAL

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

A soft footfall outside the door raised the hair on the back of Katie’s neck. With her gaze riveted to the dull silver handle of the door, she watched it go down slowly and then click against the lock.

She spun around on the toes of her low-heeled shoes and launched toward the closet. Good thing she’d mapped out an escape route days ago after studying the layout of the offices. Of course, the closet would be more like a trap than an escape if someone decided to investigate.

Holding her breath, she slipped into the claustrophobic space and crouched behind some boxes. She had a sliced-up view of the office through the slats on the closet door.

The door to the office swung open, and the figure of a man filled the frame. “I didn’t expect to see you here this late.”

Her heart slammed against her chest, and she rocked back on her heels with her rehearsed excuse running through her head.

A woman answered from the hallway. “I forgot some papers in my office and wanted to do some work at home. What’s your excuse?”

The blood rushed to Katie’s head, and she planted her hand against a box to steady herself. She pressed her other hand against her mouth to stifle her panting breath. Of course, nobody could see her through the slats and behind the boxes—yet.

The man, Garrett Patterson, responded. “I thought I’d left my office door unlocked and came back to check it out. I had no intention of doing any more work, unlike some people. You work too hard, Ginger. Do you ever turn off that brain of yours?”

Ginger Spann’s tinkling laugh sounded close. She must’ve entered the room behind Garrett.

“Just like a man to think a woman has to turn off her brain to relax or...enjoy herself.”

The door to the office clicked shut, and the soft sounds of rustling material floated across the room.

Katie swallowed, poked her head out from behind a box and squinted through the slats on the closet door. She couldn’t see heads, only bodies, and those bodies were doing some naughty things to each other.

If she wasn’t in hiding, she could record this encounter and turn it over to Human Resources—if they had an HR department and if she was a snitch. Neither was the case.

As Garrett pushed Ginger against the desk, she groaned, and Katie almost groaned along with her. How long would she be trapped here while these two went at it?

Garrett murmured. “I never thought you were interested before, even though I tried my damnedest to entice you. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Ginger.”

“Mmm, so have I, Garrett. So have I.”

Someone gasped. Garrett? Who knew cold, uptight Ginger Spann had the moves to bring a man like Garrett to his knees?

Garrett slumped across the desk, and Katie drew back from her peephole as his face appeared in her line of sight. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes bugged out of their sockets.

What was Ginger doing to him, and could she give lessons?

Then Ginger shifted from beneath Garrett’s body and pushed him to the floor, where he fell in a heap, his pale face still turned in Katie’s direction.

Katie drove her fist against her mouth. Garrett looked...dead.

Ginger straightened her pencil skirt and smoothed her hands over the fabric. She crouched next to Garrett’s body, but Katie couldn’t see her face.

Ginger must be in shock. Her movements, slow and deliberate, didn’t look like those of someone who’d just had a guy drop dead on top of her.

Katie watched, her mouth dry, as Ginger felt for his pulse. Then Ginger’s hand plunged into his pocket.