It turned out he’d done something much easier than her imagination concocted. He’d switched his records with another man of similar build and age who was his dentist’s patient. So when that man ended up tortured and dead, the records matched Neal’s information. Since all that stuff was computerized now too he’d had to hire someone to help him hack into the dentist’s system. The hacker was now in jail for that and a bunch of other fraud crimes that had nothing to do with Neal. Taylor was just glad her nightmare was truly over.

Looking at Roman, she knew the love she felt for him was visible in her eyes as she held him tight. “Well, I wasn’t going to tell you until it was a done deal but it turns out I’m not heading to the airport this morning.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction but he didn’t respond.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Christiansen to iron out some details but he’s offered me a job and barring any weird requests, I’m going to take it.”

“I knew it,” he muttered before leaning forward and brushing his lips over hers. He pulled back and shook his head. “The man has been acting strange lately, asking how our relationship is going.”

She laughed lightly. “I wanted to surprise you after the final interview but I’ll be moving here soon. I’ve already found someone to take over my lease and finished training my new replacement.” She’d put in her notice a month ago, something Roman already knew. No matter what job path she took, she’d known she wasn’t going back to Powers Group.

“Now you don’t have to search for a place to live,” he murmured, kissing her again, this time deeper and hungrier. He rolled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress.

She arched against his big, muscular body, wrapping her legs around him. It would be so easy to let him sink inside her, but… She tore her head back from his. “I can’t be late to the interview.”

Sighing, he laid his forehead against hers. “Fine. I’ll drive you and we can have breakfast at the hotel afterward.”

“Sounds good to me.” She raked her fingers down his back and dug her fingers into his butt when he rolled his hips against hers, his erection a hot, solid length against her abdomen. “Maybe we have time for a quickie in the shower,” she whispered. Before she’d finished the sentence, he’d shoved the covers off and was hauling her out of bed, striding for his bathroom.

Oh yeah, they’d make good use of their shower time. “I love you, Roman,” she managed to get out before he pushed her up against the tiled wall of the shower.

Moaning into his mouth, she was vaguely aware of him reaching out and starting the shower before a rush of water cascaded over them. She couldn’t count how many mornings they’d started out like this and she couldn’t wait for countless more. Because she was in this for the long haul and she knew Roman was too—even before his brother accidentally mentioned something about an engagement ring a week ago.

The last few months had shown her that what she and Roman had was real. They’d started out under intense circumstances and yes, the attraction between them was red-hot, but more than that she liked and respected him. He’d been there for her while she dealt with her grief and everything else, had stood beside her and killed Neal to protect her.

Roman was it for her and she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life peeling back all the layers of this amazing man. With her life back and no more threats she had the brightest sense of freedom and couldn’t wait to experience everything with Roman.

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Excerpt from

Bound to Danger

Deadly Ops Series

by Katie Reus

Copyright © 2014 Katie Reus

Forcing her body to obey her when all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry until she passed out, she got up. Cool air rushed over her exposed back and backside as her feet hit the chilly linoleum floor. She wasn’t wearing any panties and the hospital gown wasn’t covering much of her. She didn’t care.

Right now she didn’t care about much at all.

Sometime when she’d been asleep her dirty, rumpled gown had been removed from the room. And someone had left a small bag of clothes on the bench by the window. No doubt Nash had brought her something to wear. He’d been in to see her a few times, but she’d asked him to leave each time. She felt like a complete bitch because she knew he just wanted to help, but she didn’t care. Nothing could help, and being alone with her pain was the only way she could cope right now.

Feeling as if she were a hundred years old, she’d started unzipping the small brown leather bag when the door opened. As she turned to look over her shoulder, she found Nash, a uniformed police officer, and another really tall, thuggish-looking man entering.

Her eyes widened in recognition. The tattoos were new, but the thug was Cade O’Reilly. He’d served in the Marines with her brother. They’d been best friends and her brother, Riel, named after her father, had even brought him home a few times. But that was years ago. Eight to be exact. It was hard to forget the man who’d completely cut her out of his life after her brother died, as if she meant nothing to him.

Cade towered over Nash—who was pretty tall himself—and had a sleeve of tattoos on one arm and a couple on the other. His jet-black hair was almost shaved, the skull trim close to his head, just like the last time she’d seen him. He was…intimidating. Always had been. And startlingly handsome in that bad-boy way she was sure had made plenty of women… Yeah, she wasn’t even going there.

She swiveled quickly, putting her back to the window so she wasn’t flashing them. Reaching around to her back, she clasped the hospital gown together. “You can’t knock?” she practically shouted, her voice raspy from crying, not sure whom she was directing the question to.

“I told them you weren’t to be bothered, but—”

The police officer cut Nash off, his gaze kind but direct. “Ms. Cervantes, this man is from the NSA and needs to ask you some questions. As soon as you’re done, the doctors will release you.”

“I know who he is.” She bit the words out angrily, earning a surprised look from Nash and a controlled look from Cade.

She might know Cade, or she had at one time, but she hadn’t known he worked for the NSA. After her brother’s death he’d stopped communicating with her. Her brother had brought him home during one of their short leaves, and she and Cade had become friends. Good friends. They’d e-mailed all the time, for almost a year straight. Right near the end of their long correspondence, things had shifted between them, had been heading into more than friendly territory. Then after Riel died, it was as if Cade had too. It had cut her so deep to lose him on top of her brother. And now he showed up in the hospital room after her mom’s death and wanted to talk to her? Hell no.

She’d been harassing the nurses to find a doctor who would discharge her, and now she knew why they’d been putting her off. They’d done a dozen tests and she didn’t have a brain injury. She wasn’t exhibiting any signs of having a concussion except for the memory loss, but the doctors were convinced that this was because of shock and trauma at what she’d apparently witnessed.