Mine 6 - Mine To Protect - Cynthia ...

Mine 6 - Mine To Protect - Cynthia Eden,

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//-->By Cynthia EdenThis book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are not intentionaland are purely the result of coincidence. The characters, places, and events in this story are fictional.Copyright ©2015 by Cindy RoussosCover art and design by: Sweet ‘N Spicy DesignsCopy-editing by: JRT EditingTABLE OFCONTENTSTitle/Copyright PageMine To ProtectChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenAuthor’s NoteAbout The AuthorCHAPTERONEShe’d escaped again.Sonofabitch.FBI Special Agent Victor Monroe was getting real tired ofchasing his prey all around the country. When he put the woman in a safe house, she was supposed tostay…inthe freaking safe house.She wasn’t supposed to vanish and give the agents assigned toguard her a heart attack.But he’d learned that Zoe Peters rarely did what she wassupposedto do. The woman made hislife far too difficult. As if he didn’t already have enough trouble to deal with each day.Sighing, Victor stared at the bus station. It was nearing midnight and this little town in Kansas…itwas not where he wanted to be. A chill brushed over his cheeks. Winter was definitely in the air, andinstead of being curled up somewhere, relaxing…He’d been called after her. Again.Only this time, things are changing. I don’t have the luxury of waiting any longer. I have toact…so I hope Zoe is ready.He headed into the station, stomping his boots. He wasn’t wearing his customary suit. Instead,Victor was clad in old jeans, a sweatshirt, and a thick coat. As soon as he stepped inside that station,he was aware of the silence. Thick, total.Most of the folks in there appeared to have fallen asleep as they waited for the next bus to arrive,a bus that he knew was scheduled to appear at 12:30 a.m. Zoe thought she’d be on that bus. She waswrong.She isn’t getting away from me.His gaze scanned the terminals. He was looking for Zoe’s dark hair. Sometimes, she wore wigs todisguise herself. As if a different hair color would make her blend into the background any place. Zoewas the kind of woman who always stood out from the crowd.His attention shifted a bit to the right and to the long bench that waited in the corner. Someonewas on that bench—a figure wearing a dark knit cap and one big, majorly oversized coat. That coatcompletely hid the person’s body.His eyes narrowed as he strode toward that bench. And as he got closer—A pair of unforgettable green eyes peeked up—met his for just an instant—then hurriedly glancedaway.Oh, Zoe, I have so got you.He almost smiled.She seemed to curl in on herself a bit more as he approached, and Victor wondered just whattactic she was going to try using this time.He sat down on the bench next to her. Before he spoke, he looked around the station once more.He truly wasn’t in the mood for a scene—hopefully, she wouldn’t create one. There were about tenguys in that place, maybe five women. All of varying ages. He’d prefer to slip out without anyonegetting too good of a glimpse of Zoe.So I’ll need to distract folks. Give them something else to remember—something other thanher face.“Sweetheart…” Victor murmured as he turned to face her. “What are you doing?” He kept his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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