Agent in Training by Jerri Drennen Page B

was able to push her away and roll her out of the path of the vehicle before she was hit.”
    “Lucky for her ,” Freeman muttered under his breath.
    The emphasis the man used on her made Nick cringe. Why couldn’t they have sent someone besides Freeman? It was hard to be around the jerk after what he’d said.
    “I’m sure there are slugs in her car or the concrete surrounding it. As you can see it was hit in the driver’s side window and left front tire. Now if you’ll excuse us, I want to see to the director’s knee.”
    “Yeah, whatever.”
    Nick frowned at Freeman as he led Shiloh to a concrete parking barrier. There was no resistance from her this time. He helped her sit, then opened the kit and rifled through it to find what he needed. With a steady hand, he tore open a packet and glanced at her. “This is going to sting.” He applied the white patch to her knee and she flinched. After he removed the pad, he leaned forward and blew on the wound, then placed a bandage over the gash and smiled. “All better?”
    She returned the gesture with a smile of her own that made the gold flecks in her eyes sparkle. God, she was beautiful.
    His libido decided to rear its ugly head. Again. If he didn’t get the hell away from her soon, he was going to kiss her right then and there, in front of everyone. To hell with what they might think.

 
     
    CHAPTER TWELVE
     
     
    Shiloh lay in bed, her thoughts tumbling over the incident in the parking garage. She was lucky to be alive. Nicholas had saved her and she owed him big time.
    But how could she ever repay such a debt?
    She prayed the gunman wouldn’t try again. After all, Nicholas couldn’t be with her around the clock. But somehow she knew this attempt on her life was just the beginning.
    Who would do this? Obviously someone who had something against her. Grady Shepherd’s face came back to haunt her. No, it couldn’t be him. He was in Seattle. Thousands of miles away.
    When she met Grady she’d already been with the CIA for six years and had been transferred to Seattle from Denver. She’d known from the beginning that if she wanted to advance within the Company, she had to go where they needed her. Seattle hadn’t been her first or tenth choice.
    Three months into her new assignment, Grady had been reassigned there as well. He came from Houston with one strike against him. She hadn’t known what that was all about until he started coming-on to her. Bluebeard had nothing on this guy. He had belittled her every chance he got. But the physical affronts were the worst. He slapped her rear end casually each time he passed her in the hall, or offices, not to mention suggestively brushing up against her in front of other agents. Thank God that was in the past—a past best forgotten.
    She refused to think about him again. No way… Couldn’t be Grady anyway. He wouldn’t dare come within a hundred feet of her unless he wanted jail time. Not with the restraining order she had put in place.
    She rolled over and closed her eyes. Images of Nicholas’ handsome face surfaced and her body surged to life. Her nipples tightened and little electrical charges radiated between her legs.
    Great, now she’d never get any sleep.
    Her mind drifted back to the way Nicholas’ eyes had turned midnight blue while he bandaged her wound. His touch had been gentle, almost caring, and when he’d blown warm air on her knee, she’d just about jumped through the roof of the garage.
    Had he liked her legs? She’d always thought they were her best asset.
    She swallowed, forcing down a lump. Provocative images of his lean, naked body were embedded in her memory. His was the perfect manly form. And a trained athlete from the looks of him––with not one ounce of body fat.
    She licked her dry lips and sighed.
    What would a man like him ever see in her? He could have any woman he wanted. Any young woman .
    She was thirty-five. Over the hill. With her biological clock running on borrowed