* * *
DYLAN STARED AT the closed bedroom door.
He finally had Rachel in his bed.
Only he wasn’t occupying it with her. It figured that would be his luck.
He grabbed some blankets and a spare pillow from his closet then he did his best to bunk down on the couch. Rachel had been right. His legs dangled off the end of that thing.
But comfort wasn’t exactly high on his list of priorities. Taking care of Rachel, that ranked right up at the top of his to-do list.
He shoved a fist into the pillow, trying to plump it up. Fury still heated his blood. The maniac had been in her apartment. In her home.
Had Jack still been near the scene when Rachel and Dylan returned to her place? Watching from a distance?
What if Rachel had gone home alone? Would Jack have tried to make contact with her?
Not on my watch. The guy would discover that Rachel was much better protected this time around. Jack wouldn?
?t get close to her.
The killer would be captured. Locked up.
And then you won’t ever see Rachel again, Jack.
* * *
RACHEL HAD A NEW LOVER.
Rage built within Jack as he stared up at the dark building. Rachel had vanished in there with the other EOD agent, Dylan Foxx.
Jack knew all about the EOD. They’d been hunting him for years, so he’d done his best to learn all their secrets.
He knew Rachel had joined them. Because of me. Even as he’d fled the U.S., the EOD had recruited her, and his Rachel had only been too eager to join them.
Her first mistake.
And Jack could forgive one mistake.
But two? Two mistakes?
Mistake number two is sleeping with Dylan Foxx. Rachel should know better. She’d promised to be his.
A second mistake deserved punishment. Poor Rachel. But she had a lesson to learn.
His hand lifted and his fingers lightly stroked the scar under his T-shirt. Rachel’s mark. She’d hit him with her bullet, but just like him, she hadn’t aimed for the heart.
Because Rachel knew the truth, just as he did. They were meant to be together. Two halves of a very, very perfect whole. She was the only one who could complete him.
He turned from the building, hunching his shoulders. Dylan Foxx had made a fatal mistake. The man had touched Rachel, kissed her, right there on the street. For all to see.
And I saw.
Until that moment, Jack had thought that the two were just friends. He’d kept such a careful watch on Rachel over the years. A watch she never even realized.
She’d had no lovers. So I was told.
But now, things had changed for Rachel. That change just wouldn’t do. Rachel could only have one lover—and that lover will be me.