#2 Dangerous Games by Lora Leigh

Always.
    "I'll watch yours," Grant promised. "But, brother, one day, payback is gonna be hell."
    Joe was already paying.

    MORGANNA SAW THE SHIMMER OF color just beneath the awning of the small shed out back and knew that Clint was parked there. He was watching over her. A sad smile reflected in the window as Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    Morganna sat tucked into the wide frame, knowing he couldn't see her, that he was unaware that she was watching him even as he was watching her house. And she bet he didn't even know why he was sitting out there.
    Clint would excuse it, just as he always did, but in his eyes she would see the truth. He was as helpless against what he felt for her as she was against her emotions for him.
    Maybe in a way she could almost understand his determination to keep her out of the line of fire, away from danger. If she could keep him home and safe, then she would have done it years ago. But the one thing she understood about Clint was the, fact that he was a warrior. He believed in what he did; all the way to the bottom of his soul he believed in it. Just as she believed in what she was doing.
    Clint may have made certain she was no longer working this case. Morganna had no doubt that Commander O'Reilly wouldn't prefer a trained SEAL, familiar with the role he was playing, working it.
    But he would place Morganna somewhere else.
    Perhaps it was time to request an assignment outside of Atlanta, she mused sorrowfully. She could tell Reno what she was doing now; it was too late for him to stop her. He wouldn't like it, it would hurt him, but he would accept it.
    And if she left Atlanta, then the chances of seeing Clint again would be nearly zero. At least slim enough that maybe she could find a life outside the constant hope she managed to keep alive in her heart.
    She loved him. She had long ago grown used to the fact that she would always love him.
    And she was terribly afraid Clint would never change. He would always fight what he could feel for her.
    And he would always insist on attempting to save her from herself. As though she were a child rather than the woman who ached for him nightly.
    She touched her hand to the window, her gaze never leaving the dull shimmer of color beneath the awning. He had shown her more of himself tonight than she had ever seen in him before. She had felt his kiss, his touch, his passion, and the need for more burned inside her with a ferocity she couldn't fight.
    She had fought too long to allow Clint to take this from her, though. This was different from the parties he had dragged her away from and the boyfriends he had frightened off. This was her life, and if he didn't want to share it with her, then he could step aside and let her live it in peace.
    Even if it meant she had to eventually leave Atlanta herself.

    "Good night, Clint," she finally whispered, pressing her lips to her fingers before placing them against the glass once again.
    Then with a self-mocking little snort she moved from the window, shed the robe she had donned, and climbed into her empty, lonely bed.

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Chapter 6
    WHY AM I SO NOT surprised to see you here?" Morganna muttered as she followed the scent of freshly ground and brewed coffee from her bedroom to the kitchen.
    There were few people capable of making decent coffee. Clint was one of the best.
    He was sitting at her kitchen table reading the newspaper. Dressed to kill in well-worn jeans and a white shirt that begged her to unbutton it and strip it off his wide shoulders. If she weren't so damned mad at him, then she would have tried.
    Her one concession to modesty herself was the loose light cotton pajama bottoms with Kiss This written across the rear and a rosy pink camisole top that left a swath of creamy bare skin from just above her belly button to the band of her pj's that lay below her hips.
    "I brought donuts.