to be vetted?”
“Sure thing,” she answered cordially, taking the phone from his hand. As her fingers brushed his, she felt this tingle glide up her arm.
Callen watched her carefully. The woman was definitely hiding something. Poker faces obviously weren’t her strong point, and she looked like she was ready to jump out the car door.
“We’re partners Desdemona, and for now you can keep your secrets. But if it means keeping us safe, you’re going to have to trust me with them .” Then he focused on the drive. Whitefox wanted to shake his head. Something made him feel empathy for this woman. The idea that she had no one in her life to trust bothered him, because he’d been there once in life too. Before his brother returned, bringing him his new best friend, Elizabeth.
Desdemona didn’t want to like him, and she certainly didn’t want to trust the man. He was Ethan an d Elizabeth Blackhawk’s brother, but something in her just wanted to have that one person she could confide in and maybe have as a friend. For so many years she’d been a loner, and all she wanted was the one thing that entirely eluded her.
A circle of people to call her own or just one to trust completely.
Desdemona Adare could figure out what killed someone, how their lives ended, and what caused it, but she couldn’t master the ability to fit into a group. It was so foreign to her and so out of her reach that she wasn’t sure how to make it happen. Even as a child she wasn’t really good at making friends. Now she wanted to learn, and wanted that as her new goal. All her life she set goals and met them. Yet with this one she felt panic.
What if she failed?
“Relax Desdemona.”
That was easy for him to say. He didn’t currently have a boss that hated him, a stalker chasing him, and the world’s sexiest man sitting two feet from his body, making him nuts. Desdemona tried to not breathe in the scent of his cologne, as she closed her eyes and prayed for some sort of control. Now she needed to control her brain, mouth and the rampant hormones that were telling her to do things she knew she’d regret.
Right then and there, she just knew the man was going to break her heart.
Elizabeth dropped more clothes into their suitcase. At one time in her life, when she was packing for an assignment there was just a small carry-on bag. She, like her husband, had been the job, but now they packed all their things together. It was nice to have found each other and work together as partners.
Blackhawk watched his wife from the doorway as she fastidiously arranged their things. It wasn’t lost on him that she was smiling at absolutely nothing. As she stood there getting their belongings ready for the trip, he couldn’t help but think she was still the sexiest woman in the world, and he was the luckiest man. He looked at his watch, and they had a few minutes to spend together. Once they were sharing a house with his brother and the ME, he wasn’t sure he’d get any alone time with her. Sneaking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her and left kisses on the side of her neck.
“Know what I like best about you being pregnant, baby?” he asked , as he did incredibly wicked things to her ear and neck.
“Mmmmm… no, what?” Elizabeth was trying to focus on the suitcase, but it wasn’t looking like it was going to happen. “That I’m easier to catch?”
He whispered something erotic and suggestive in her ear.
Elizabeth shuddered at the mere suggestion , and it still heated her blood that the world’s sexiest man still wanted her- even though she was pregnant and wobbly.
“That you’re easier to catch is helpful,” he said , spinning her around to face him, just before his lips met hers in a scorching kiss. He explored the depths of her mouth, as he searched, fought, and did battle with her for control. Deepening it, he was satisfied when she moaned in pleasure first. Just the sound made his entire body clench with need and
1796-1874 Agnes Strickland, 1794-1875 Elizabeth Strickland, Rosalie Kaufman