High-Risk Affair
Experience the thrill of life on the edge and set your adrenalin pumping! These gripping stories see heroic characters fight for survival and find love in the face of danger.He’ll risk anything for her sakeFBI special agent Caleb Davis is famed for his cool-headed judgement. But his new assignment threatens his reputation. All he wants to do is fold Megan Vance into his arms and kiss away the worry brimming in her stunning green eyes. He’ll protect the single mother from danger and bring her missing child home. Then maybe he’ll figure out how to become a permanent part of her life…As the clock ticks double-time, he has to fight to save a little boy’s life and reunite a family.
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“Don’t you have anything better to do than follow me around?” Megan snapped. “I don’t need a watchdog.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “How about a friend?”
“You’re not my friend. We both know that. Look, Agent Davis, I know the drill. I’ve watched enough television to know that you have to consider me a suspect. I have no problem with that. Take my DNA, my fingerprints, whatever. But please hurry, so you can quickly rule me out and focus on finding my son…”
Her chin wobbled a little and she seemed to be fighting for control. It was too much for him, more than he could handle after the dramatic emotions of the day. With a sigh he reached for her and pulled her into his arms. She was perfect there. Soft and womanly, all the things he had been telling himself he could manage without. Her arms slid around his waist, and she rested her head against his chest. Something hard and cold inside him seemed to crack apart, leaving only sweet, healing peace.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
RaeAnne Thayne lives in a graceful old Victorian house nestled in the rugged mountains of northern Utah, along with her husband and two young children. Her books have won numerous honours, including several readers’ choice awards and a RITA® Award nomination by the Romance Writers of America. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers. She can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com or at PO Box 6682, North Logan, UT 84341, USA.
Prologue
Being a special operative was hard, dangerous work but he wasn’t afraid to sacrifice for his country.
On his belly in the dirt, pitch-black darkness pressing in on all sides, Cameron Vance adjusted his night vision goggles and tried his best to get his bearings.
The goggles didn’t really work well here in the deep mining tunnels and he could barely see where he was going, but he knew he’d been in this part before. He recognized the rusted old mine cart and the fork in the tunnel. He pulled out the small penlight and found the small white arrow he’d drawn with chalk on an earlier trip to point the way out.
By the muted sounds he could hear ahead, he knew he was close to his mission objective—infiltrating a hideout full of Tangos and then taking them down.
They weren’t supposed to be there. For the last week, he had seen lights flickering up here on the mountain where there shouldn’t be any. Finally a few nights earlier, he decided he would have to investigate. It wouldn’t be easy. He would have to plan an elaborate deception, a daring escape, but he knew he had no choice.
It was his duty and obligation as a loyal soldier to look out for his country’s interests.
He had a cover to protect, though, and knew he couldn’t just come and go as he pleased. Finally, when he was sure everyone was asleep, he managed to slip out the window and climb carefully down. He had done it before, but those other times had just been practice. This was for real.
No one had detected his escape. He’d made sure of that. No one could have seen him leave the house or witnessed his careful hike up the mountain, his way lit only by the moonlight and his memory.
He moved to the fork in the tunnel, fueled by the adrenaline pumping through him and the deep certainty that what he did here would make the world a better place.
Others might find the heavy darkness inside the mine shaft a little scary. He knew plenty of guys who probably wouldn’t have the nerve to come in here. But he was a Navy SEAL, a trained fighting machine, and he wasn’t afraid of anything.
As he headed down the shaft, the light grew brighter and his goggles worked much better, casting a greenish glow on everything. He knew right where the Tangos were hiding—the large chamber he had found in an earlier exploration. It would be a perfect staging spot for whatever evil the terrorists might be planning.
It smelled strange here, something harsh and burning. He hadn’t remembered that before. Were they planning some kind of chemical attack? he wondered.
With renewed determination, he moved slowly toward the light, his heart pounding and blood pulsing through him.
He crawled the last fifteen yards on his belly, ignoring the dank stench and the rocks that scraped his skin.
The shaft sloped down into the large chamber, perhaps twenty feet across. He didn’t have the best vantage point from up here, but Cameron didn’t dare inch closer for fear they might see him.
He could hear them clearly enough, anyway.
“I don’t see the problem here,” one said, his voice sharp and angry. “I kept my part of the deal. I’ve been cooking my ass off for two weeks, working in this tomb here. I’m doing all the work and I deserve a hell of a lot more than some lousy quarter cut.”
Cameron frowned. Cooking what?
“You’re getting your fair share. Who’s taking all the risks? I’m the one out there setting up all the deals, working all the angles. I got the ammonia, I made the Mexican connections. Without me, you’d still be in your Beavis and Butt-Head lab cooking your little nickel bags.”
