Jennifer Lane

Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie__

Okay, I__e got the hidden microphones with GPS here,_ Agent Bounter said. __et__ get one on you.___ow, sir?___he Russians are on the radar. It__ time.__s Bounter turned to pick up the tiny button-size microphone, Grant clenched his hands into fists, his anticipation bui

Grant glanced down at his khaki jacket. Since he__ slipped on the US Navy uniform in Agent Bounter__ office, he__ felt a confident swagger possess him. His spine lengthened, and his shoulders retracted. He should__e been wearing this every day, not the stupid dress shirt and slacks of a lounge singer.

Speaking of banging, when__ McSailor getting home?_ Kirsten__ smirk was the size of Texas.Sophie had to smile. __rude. You__e crude, roomie.

He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down__hmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her__nd planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips.Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.

He took it out like a sprinter, and brought it home like a distance swimmer.

Roger said, 'I don't know about having a shrink around all the time. Are you analyzing me right now?'Sophie rolled her eyes. 'How original. No, I'm not analyzing you. It'd take a whole team of shrinks to figure out your crazy ass, and I simply don't have the time or energy.