Infiltration

She never expected to see her old flame again. Or be kidnapped by him.

The wrong place at the wrong time—that’s the only way Sophia Reardon could explain her predicament. She wasn’t even an FBI field agent and now she was being taken hostage. By her ex-boyfriend Cameron Branson. The moment Sophia walked into his undercover operation, Cameron warned her that his “employers” would want to break her. So keeping her by his side, pretending not to have feelings for her, was the best way to maintain his role in the dangerous organization, and the only way to keep them both safe. Because if they got their hands on her, she could expose him and his secrets. And then they’d no longer have any reason to keep her around...

“You’ve got to calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” the voice said, but his words barely penetrated Sophia’s terrorised brain.

She was desperate to get his hand off her mouth. She allowed her knees to give way so all her body weight fell. He didn’t let go of her face, but he did let her hands go so he could grip her weight with his other arm.

Sophia reached up and grasped the hand covering her mouth with both of her hands—her need for air overwhelming all other thoughts.

“Are you trying to get us both killed?” the voice hissed.

Now there was no doubt in Sophia’s mind that the voice was familiar. She shook loose from the arm that held her and turned to face the source of the voice. When she saw him clearly she almost stumbled again.

Just as tall, dark and handsome as ever—a walking cliché. The man who had walked out of her life five years ago. Without one single word.

“Cameron?”

Infiltration

Janie Crouch

www.millsandboon.co.uk

JANIE CROUCH has loved to read romance her whole life. She cut her teeth on Mills & Boon^>® romances as a preteen, then moved on to a passion for romantic suspense as an adult.

Janie lives with her husband and four children in Virginia, where she teaches communication courses at a local college. Janie enjoys traveling, long-distance running, movie-watching, knitting and adventure/obstacle racing. You can find out more about her at www.janiecrouch.com.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Cameron Branson—Omega Sector agent on a deep undercover mission with crime syndicate group DS-13. Wants justice for his partner who was murdered by them, and will let nothing get in his way.

Sophia Reardon—A graphic artist for the FBI, not interested in any sort of clandestine operations. She’s got enough problems of her own, just getting through day by day.

Mr. Smith—The elusive leader of DS-13, responsible for Cameron’s partner’s death. Cameron’s ultimate goal is to meet and arrest him, but that has proved more difficult than Cameron imagined.

Fin—Member of DS-13 and Cameron’s link to meeting Mr. Smith.

Rick—Another member of DS-13. Enjoys cruelty.

Fred McNeil—FBI agent on DS-13’s payroll.

Dylan Branson—Cameron’s strong and quiet older brother. Past operative for Omega Sector, now runs a small delivery/courier business with his own airplane.

Sawyer Branson—Cameron’s charming younger brother. Current agent Omega Sector.

Dennis Burgamy—Cameron’s boss at Omega Sector.

To my sweet coz, the real “Sophia.”

Thanks for providing the strength, charm and beauty to model a character after (although the rest is sheer drama and not you, I promise). I am thankful beyond measure to have you in my life—a cousin by birth, a sister in every other way. 143, FC1!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Title Page

About the Author

Cast of Characters

Dedication

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

Chapter Twenty-One

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

Cameron Branson had been telling the lies so long he was afraid they were becoming truth to him.

“Look, Tom, I don’t have a lot of time,” Cameron barked quietly into his cell phone as he sat on a bench and looked out at Washington, DC’s Potomac River. Joggers ran by in front of him and a mother chased a squealing toddler, but Cameron paid them no mind.

He especially paid no attention to the man sitting on the other side of the bench next to him who was also on his cell phone while glancing at a newspaper.

Except neither man was actually talking on his cell phone. They were talking to each other.

“Protocol dictates that we meet twice a week unless circumstances prove it impossible,” Cameron was reminded by “Tom.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have a whole lot of concern about protocol right at this moment. What I care about is bringing down the SOB who killed Jason.”

Tom sighed and turned the page on his newspaper, without ever looking at Cameron. “You’ve been under a long time, Cam. And you missed our last two scheduled meetings. I can only cover for you so much before higher-ups start noticing.”