Angelina Montgomery’s biggest worries were graduating her Master’s degree program and finding time for a social life. The voluptuous brunette crooned sweet love songs to the crowds of the Cowboy Saloon every weekend but hadn’t been on a date in almost a year. When flowers and gifts started arriving at her door from a secret admirer she was initially flattered. But when her car was broken into that inclination changed to fear.
Retired Army Ranger Luiz Hernandez was one of Omega Team’s top agents. His Cuban heritage and scared visage made him the perfect man to infiltrate South American drug cartels. So why the hell were Grey and Athena sending him to babysit a co-ed with a stalker? He didn’t want the assignment, but he would do his duty.
That duty changed when he set eyes on Angelina, and he had a new mission…capture her heart. Nothing would stand in the way of a Ranger and his goal. Not age, emotional baggage, and certainly not a mad man hiding in the shadows.
The bathroom door opened and like a vision Angelina appeared through a cloud of steam. Her long dark hair a riot of curls cascading to her waist, cheeks rosy pink from the heat, and dressed in a flouncy red sundress with a halter neckline and a full skirt that stopped well above her knees. Luiz almost swallowed his tongue. She was barefoot and somehow that made her even more sexy.
She looked up and met his gaze. “Hey Luiz, sunglasses even at night? Seriously? The sun is down, you know. You can’t wear those things all night.”
Luiz had prepared himself for this moment. In fact, it was part of his plan. He figured once she saw his face, any interest on her part would end and his attraction would be a moot point. Still, he hesitated to remove the barrier. Dreaded seeing her reaction. Slowly he reached up and removed the aviator glasses, placing them in the pocket of his shirt.
Slowly he raised his head until their gazes met. What he saw on her face surprised the hell out of him. No shock. No revulsion. No pity. Only mild curiosity. She quirked a brow and walked toward him.
“Rad scar,” she said as she reached out to touch the side of his face.
It took everything in him not to shy away from her touch, but he stood still and let her run her fingers over the puckered skin. “IED?”
“Mortar,” he croaked. “Brought down the building I was in on a mission,”
“You lost the eye,” she said. “Is that why you are out of service at such a young age? I wondered. You’re MD?”
“Yes, I’m medically discharged. Not much good as a sniper anymore without my depth perception.”
“You were Special Forces?”
“Cool.” She stepped back and turned toward her bedroom. “Dirk said we could come to the club at eight. So we better get a move on. Let me grab my shoes and we can go. I guess I’ll see you in the morning Duncan, right?”
“Yeah I’ll be here at seven,” Duncan replied.
“That'll work. I have a class at seven-thirty. Good night.”
“Good night.” Angelina disappeared into the bedroom and Duncan headed for the door. “I’ll catch you in the a.m. man. Let me know if anything comes up.”
“Gotcha on speed dial,” Luiz said, closing the door behind him.