Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh Page A

grab those lines,"
Cristo Mendez pointed out. "Not that I give a damn what
    happens to a few hundred U.S. soldier boys, but if they
grab those lines then that mess is gonna slap
     
    back on us," he growled.
    "Let's move the lines for now," Ian suggested.
"See what he goes after when we switch. The lines as they
    are lead into California and then Nevada, and the second
one has a lead into Annapolis. Let's see how
    we can reroute them while still making it appear we're
unaware of his spies. I want to know what this
    bastard intends to use the Fuentes lines for."
    Ian listened to the others' suggestions, watching the
computer screen as Trevor and then Deke laid out
    the new supply routes and calculated the risk factors.
    There were no hidden roads anymore, satellite recon had
canceled those out. Now, the major job was
    to keep the product en route, get it to its location and do
so with the least amount of bloodshed. Because
    the various agencies weren't going to make it easy on him.
As far as they were concerned, he was a
    traitor now. A SEAL gone bad, and they were out to fuck
him. They had no idea of the danger America
    was facing if Sorrell managed to grab the Fuentes power
hold.
    But Kira knew the truth, and Ian needed to know exactly
what she intended to do with that truth.
    Seven
    KIRA KNEW IAN WOULD COMEto her. How she knew, she wasn't
even going to guess; when it
    came to the things she knew about Ian, her perception worried
her. The things they seemed to sense
    about each other was almost terrifying.
    Kira hadn't even known the woman that resided within
herself. She had been the Chameleon for so long,
    that when Ian awoke that emotional, sexual part of her last
year, she hadn't known what to do with
    herself, or how to handle it.
    She was learning though, and if she had to learn, then he
could learn with her. He couldn't convince her
    he wasn't working an operation here. She knew better. As he
knew her in all her guises, she knew him as
    well. And she was waiting on him.
    The security her bodyguard Daniel and her uncle Jason had
laid along the perimeter hadn't included the
    stone fence between the two villas. She wanted that clear.
She wanted a straight, easy path for her bad
    boy SEAL to get to her.
    Traitor, he was called. The order that had gone out from
the law enforcement agencies worldwide was
    capture only. They wanted information; they wanted to
crucify him in public for his defection to the other
    side. They wanted to make an example of him.
    He had excellent security; she had to give him that. The
four men he had gathered around him were
    considered the best killers in the Fuentes cartel. Or in
the world. They were hard, jaded, cynical, and
    paranoid. And they knew no fear. They were also die-hard
Fuentes soldiers and completely loyal to
    Diego.
    There were already three confirmed attempts to kidnap the
reigning Fuentes heir. And two attempted
    assassinations. Ian had already lost a previous team of
security personnel that Diego Fuentes had placed
    around him.
     
    As she lay back, propped up on her pillows in her huge bed,
holding one of the steamy romance novels
    she invariably got off on, she watched the figure that
stepped through the open balcony doors.
    His dark blond hair was loose, framing his quiet
expression. The tobacco-brown eyes were lit with an
    inner fire that burned inside her as well.
    He was restraining himself. She could see it in the tension
of his shoulders, the determination in his
    expression.
    She laid the book on the bedside table, though she did
nothing to cover the black boxer-type panties
    and matching tank she wore.
    She hadn't dressed to seduce. She'd be damned if she would
allow him the excuse that she had enticed
    his hard-won control. Besides, seduction wasn't on her
agenda. There were no lies between them, they
    both knew why he was there, they both knew the hunger
rising between them wouldn't be denied for
    long.
    "You're not leaving, are you?" He was a
straightforward kind